Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
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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