TSFLIP Chapter 952

As Ye Xue charged forward, ice spikes continuously shot up from the ground along his path. But although the ice formed quickly, he was even faster. In just three seconds, carrying an unstoppable force, he leapt into the air when he was only three steps away from the man.

The sharp claws of the wolf drew closer and closer. Just as they were about to brush the man’s hair, the corner of his lips suddenly lifted into a smile—beautiful yet sinister.

Ye Xue instinctively sensed something was wrong. He tried to retreat, but it was already too late. His body froze in midair. He couldn’t make a sound, and he couldn’t move.

Not far away, Ye Yu was in the same state. His body was immobilized; only his eyes could still move, darting around in panic.

Beasts have a far keener sense of danger than humans. Yet no matter how urgently their instincts screamed at them to flee, escape was no longer possible.

Ming An lifted his foot and, holding Fengguang in his arms, walked forward unhurriedly. His gaze stayed straight ahead, as if he hadn’t seen Ye Xue suspended in the air at all, nor spared Ye Yu even a glance.

When he reached a position behind Ye Yu, he stopped. His black right eye suddenly turned blood-red. Unlike the A- or B-rank vampires, the red of his eye was deeper, purer, and far more ominous.

In the next instant, the sound of blades piercing flesh rang out.

Ye Yu and Ye Xue were impaled simultaneously by countless ice blades. Blood slowly dripped down along the frozen spikes, staining the frost-covered ground a deep red.

The wind gradually carried the metallic scent of blood through the forest.

Amusement lingered in his eyes, along with a flash of disgust. “A lowly race,” he said. “Even the smell is repulsive.”

A cloud of black mist rose, like a swarm of black bats, and he vanished within it.

The ice and snow in the forest slowly receded. Two heavy bodies fell to the ground, one after the other. One was a wolf riddled with holes; the other transformed into a wolf the moment it collapsed. They lay in their own blood, utterly lifeless.

“Meow~”

A small black cat climbed down from a tree, stretched out its tongue, and licked the blood on the ground. Finding it unappetizing, it walked away in disdain.

In a messy room, the man appeared suddenly and kicked open the door. He walked inside and placed the girl in his arms onto a soft bed. Seeing her brows faintly furrowed, as though she was sleeping restlessly, he carefully avoided her wounds as he removed her short suit jacket and unbuttoned the collar of her shirt.

At least he still had a conscience. He didn’t strip her completely—only loosened her clothing enough to check her injuries.

Ming An reached out and gently stroked her face, then lightly touched the wound on her cheek. When she frowned in discomfort, he sighed and complained in a troubled tone, “With you hurt like this… how am I supposed to bring myself to take a bite?”

He had returned her safely to the dorm the night before, yet tonight she had managed to injure herself so badly. Ming An was angry—but that anger, upon seeing her body covered in wounds, turned into a deep sense of helplessness.

It was like someone who had finally acquired a rare and precious pet cat. No matter how angry the cat made you, you couldn’t bring yourself to punish her harshly—because she was too fragile, and a single severe reprimand might make her quietly slip away from you forever.