Chapter 251

Whoosh!

A black shadow appeared in front of Andrius.

The person was short in stature and had a wretched smile on his face. It was the third fighter of the Crestfalls, Withered Valentine!

“Andrius Moonshade, right?”

Withered Valentine cackled, his expression full of arrogance as he looked at Andrius. “You should feel lucky to die by my hands.”

Andrius immediately laughed.

This old man…

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck.

“What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far…”

Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten… 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!”

His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius‘ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

“Cut the crap.” Andrius could not be bothered to talk nonsense and said directly, “Come here and die already. I have a curfew.”

Damn it.

A curfew?

Withered Valentine suddenly flew into a rage. Andrius was not taking him seriously at all!

“Andrius Moonshade…” Withered Valentine’s eyes turned cold in an instant, and a sinister and murderous look bloomed on his expression. “Do you think that you can go back alive?”

gust of wind, sending

Swoosh!

His right hand instantly became a claw, and

Bam!

away and making him crash into the lamppost to the

to

Snap!

Crack…

Withered Valentine’s legs on the

“Argh…”

miserable and bone–chilling howl suddenly resounded

how strong Andrius was and how fatal his mistake

Smack!

phone out of his pocket. “Call your

told.

Crack…

Valentine could ask why he needed to do

“Arghhh…”

was struck once

voice was hoarse, and his forehead was beaded

want them to

Valentine’s neck, then quickly

was 9:59

narrowly missed his curfew. He turned and returned to the Royal

Valentine’s comrades arrived at the

Crestfalls. His might was terrifying, but he was just

was over. Andrius was in

storm was brewing in

people escorted Withered Valentine’s dead body

“Valentine!”

“Valentine!”

Monk and the Pale Scholar

large tree next to him with a punch. The leaves on the tree withered at a

power of that single punch

his

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