The Habit of Black White

The ground beneath Zhao Shuning's feet was dyed red with blood.

Zhao Shuning looked at the teenager with bloodshot eyes, and started to feel fear.

She did not know the background of the youth in front of her. She only felt pity for him, so she wanted to keep him by her side and teach him some basic knowledge before letting him leave.

But how could this young man be so fierce?

He was so brutal that he would rush forward whenever something happened to him. He insisted on biting off a person's neck before he was willing to give up.

Zhao Shuning had seen a lot of big scenes, but at this moment, her feet were unsteady and somewhat soft. Who would dare believe that a young man, at most fifteen years old, could kill seven or eight Apothecary of the Fourth Level in an instant?

If he hadn't been protected by the red lotus in the cave, then Mo Bai might have bitten off his head when they first met.

"Mo Bai, you-"