White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 37

"Tsk."

A wanton sigh.

Aaron's two fingertips lightly grasped the whip, and with a slight exertion on his wrist, the whip whipped towards Leon in reaction, and the wide whip whip hit Leon's cheek hard!
"Oh!" Leon groaned in pain and stumbled backwards.

Aaron's strike was very heavy, and soon there was a hideous scar on Leon's cheek that spread to the base of his ear.

Dark red blood flowed down the scar, gushing across Leon's strong jaw.

Leon's throat was filled with the smell of blood like rust, and he spat fiercely to the side. His fingertips dug into his wound, and a burning pain instantly spread all over his limbs.

"How dare you..."

Leon glared at the boy fiercely.

The handsome young man's robe was stained with blood, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He walked step by step covered in blood, as if he were stepping on Lyon's gradually shortening lifeline.

Aaron had already broken free from the hemp rope, and indifferently rolled back the whip that should have belonged to Leon. He chuckled suddenly, and the whip drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The whip tail seemed to have eyes, and it whipped straight towards Leon's tail bone. There was only a crisp sound, and the tip of Leon's tail had been severed.

Leon, whose center of gravity was unstable, fell straight into the sand, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of embarrassed sand.

"But no one has ever dared to yell at me," Aaron gently rubbed his wrists that were stiffened by the hemp rope. A strange six-pointed star appeared in his pupils, and his leather boots stepped on Leon's head unceremoniously. Go up and crush his just-raised face into the sand again, "You are the first."

Really do not know good from bad.

Aaron tilted his head slightly, with a cruel smile on his lips. Gradually, the smile changed, becoming more and more bloodthirsty and terrifying.

Leon's nasal cavity was filled with sand, and even breathing became difficult.

But Leon couldn't raise his head. The boy's feet were like irons, driving him into the sand!

Whether it was pain or fear, Leon's abdominal muscles and back were covered with a dense layer of cold sweat, which matched the man's wheat-colored skin and should have been extremely sexy.

Aaron lowered his eyes and stared indifferently at Leon's trembling body due to poor breathing. His slender fingertips drew pleasant circles on his shoulders, and the place where the nails scratched seemed to be covered with a layer of poison.

"You...who...are you...!"

Leon moved his lips and tongue with difficulty, squeezing out words intermittently.

The boy who had been crushing his head stopped when he heard the sound, slowly retracted his feet, and calmly shook off the sand on the toes of his shoes.

Leon was finally able to breathe, and he knelt on the ground as if exhausted, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably.

The ferocious blood stains on his body rolled down his muscles and smeared in the sand.

The broken tailbone caused Leon to feel heartbreaking pain every time he took a breath.

Leon could no longer stand up straight, lying on his side in an awkward manner, his chin still buried in the soil, and his curled eyelashes were stained with scattered sand. He was panting in pain, and his blue eyes were staring directly at the person in front of him. juvenile.

The shadow in front of him covered Leon.

Aaron's forearms, which were bruised and fleshy, were casually placed on his legs and knees. His skin was cold white, and his forearms were lined with muscles that were so strong that they seemed indestructible, matching the whip marks, which was shocking.

However, the boy's movements were light and graceful, and he did not tremble slightly due to pain.

The tight veins burst out with visible strength.

(End of this chapter)