1385 Hurricane's Number One Little Demon King

He was always cold and proud in front of his father, though he had, in reality, already accepted the man.

For one, his father was the one his mother had chosen!

Besides that, Mu Yazhe had proven himself to be deserving of his approval!

His father sensed something hitting the depths of his heart hard. It broke through instantly and flooded him with warm currents, which made him invulnerable to the constant gusts of chilly wind.

Youyou snorted as he watched the elder wince in agony. With his lips folded into a slight smile, he asked, \"Great-uncle, you owe me two more bullets; can you endure until then?\"

\"…\"

\"These two bullets are for my grandparents whom I've never met!\"

With that, two gunshots rang about as they directly hit the elder's chest.

The shots missed his heart by barely an inch.

The old man truly fainted this time around!

The surroundings were deadly quiet. Other than the howling wind, no other sound could be heard.

Mu Linfeng, especially, was too astounded and fossilized on the spot!

Stilling holding the gun in his hand, Youyou was stunned for half a minute before his hazy eyes refocused to the present scene in front of him!

Only then did his eyes register the dying man lying motionless in his pool of blood and did he realize, with a shock, what he had done!

I shot a man…

I opened fire and killed a man…

His hand, for the first time in his life, was stained with filthy blood, and he knew, deep down, that such dirt, once touched, would not be easy to wash clean.

Inhaling deeply and after a long break, the boy finally let down his arm. The gun slipped off as his wrist slackened, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

His father walked over and carried him in his arms, the former's large palm gently caressing the former's cold and wan face.

In a state of extreme passion, the boy was totally unaware of what he had committed earlier!

At this moment, he sensed a spine-shuddering chill as he was rudely awakened from his blinding hatred!

\"Baby, what's the matter?\"

Heartbroken, Mu Yazhe lovingly embraced the boy as his slender fingers kept caressing his face.

He should have stopped his son earlier.

He should have stopped the boy just before he lost his rationality.

Alas, even he was so taken aback by the boy's cold and cruel demeanor to react timely.

The boy looked past his shoulder and said neutrally, \"I killed a man.\"

Judging from his peaceful tone, he seemed to be recounting a mundane and normal event.

Vermilion Bird walked up to Mu Lianjue, squatted before him, and checked his breathing. She detected faint breathing with her fingertip.

The breathing was threadlike; nonetheless, he was still breathing.

She looked up and declared, \"He's still alive!\"

She could not help thinking inwardly, Sir, it's too late for a swift death now when you've already tortured him into a bloody pulp…

Suddenly, she felt very sorry for the elder.

Taking one sympathetic look at the man on the ground, she could only mutter under her breath, \"It's better for you to die early and seek reincarnation when you offend Hurricane's number-one little, demon king.\"

The boy asked out of the blue, \"Are you taking pity on him?\"

She quickly shook her head.

\"Finish him off.\"

Youyou commanded again, his dark orbs sparkling like two obsidian gems.