World of Gods english

On an ordinary street in the workshop area, dozens of people were blocking the door of a gray and white house, and stretched their necks to look inward.

They looked sympathetically at the fainted teenager.

The shining machete was retracted from the boy's neck, a very thin line of blood slowly slipped from the wound, and it had solidified before landing.

"I was just scaring him. I didn't work hard enough to break my skin ... wouldn't I die ..." The knife whispered to himself, holding his breath, and turned to look at the brown-haired man on his side. Spread slowly.

The scar was like a lie on the left face of a brown-haired man, crawling from the corner of his mouth to the eyes, he snorted coldly, and twisted gently as if alive.