Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Constantine's eyes seemed capable of devouring people, and his mouth, which stretched as if holding up a coat hanger, made Kanon feel as though she had fallen into an ice cave.
Whether she faced him head-on or tried to avoid him, the outcome might be the same.
So instead of sitting around waiting for death, it was better to rise up and fight back.
"Since you've interrupted my entertainment, let's have you amuse me now!"
The rope loosened from Xiao Xue and then coiled around Kanon's neck like a venomous snake.
The surrounding girls let out piercing screams.
Kanon was completely out of place with her surroundings. She remained calm, never showing a trace of fear.
Constantine felt his authority being challenged. He put away his smile and slowly tightened the rope.
Seeing this, Kanon not only didn't look afraid but actually seemed more at ease.
Constantine enjoyed seeing the terrified expressions of women facing death. If she remained calm, it would humiliate him.
This was undoubtedly a risky move.
No one knew if humiliation would make Constantine fly into a rage or become more interested in Kanon.
However, Kanon had no other choice.
Run, she couldn't escape.
Fight, she couldn't win.
She could only take a gamble!
Kanon's face gradually turned pale, but she still wore a smile. With all her strength, she forced out a sentence through clenched teeth, "If you kill me, you'll be missing out on a lot of fun."
Constantine stared into Kanon's eyes.
In those eyes, there was pity, even disdain.
It was as if Kanon were a high-class citizen savoring a top-grade, fresh steak, while he was a lowly wretch sipping rotten offal soup.
Suddenly, Kanon felt the rope around her neck loosen. Her heart was still pounding, and even her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. She placed her hands behind her back, and raised her head, still maintaining her elegant posture.
"Fun?" Constantine laughed. "How much fun can you give me?"
Kanon was silent for a moment, then suddenly she remembered the hint—"Words have power."
It was said that Constanti
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