Vayne gradually walked into the dark alley following the smell of blood. The smell of blood was very fresh, and only the unsolidified blood could emit such a smell.

While pursuing the footsteps of the demon, she had hunted many dark creatures, the most of which were the shapeshifters.

Transformers are some humans who have mastered dark magic. They usually hide in the crowd and act no differently from ordinary humans. Some people are born like this, while others learn this magic because of curses or voluntarily.

When Vayne killed these transformers, he smelled the smell of their blood, whether it was human form, monster form, or excessive form that inherited the two, the fishy smell of his blood was no different from that of normal people.

The first transformer killed by Vayne was her mentor. Frey, a Freljord witch doctor, had the same tragic fate as Vayne, but chose to curse herself to obtain the degenerate power of transforming as capital for revenge.

She loved Frey as much as her biological mother, but when Frey showed a wild beast to save her, she killed her mentor without hesitation without any regrets.

Because this family affection is created by hunting evil, connecting them like scars. Frey's transformation awakened her unforgettable memory of pain. Unable to accept the facts, she inserted the arrow into Frey's heart with her own hands.

In short, Vayne felt pleasure, ecstasy, obsessed with the process of hunting dark creatures again and again. Her psychology gradually distorted the darkness, and finally lost her only warmth through the killing of the master and completely turned black.

There is no trace of the justice, friendship and tenderness of the traditional Demacians in her, but there is only the endless jealousy of evil and the dark determination to revenge.

As the saying goes, blackness becomes stronger and stronger. Only when they become cold-blooded and ruthless enough can they be able to bear the hunter hunting in the dark night. The prey and hunter identities are exchanged, and the dark world of the runeland will fear her existence, just as these demons once made her frightened.

Vayne wore a dark blue tight leather jacket, a dark red cloak, and her long black hair was tied into a long braided braid in a string of candied haws. This look was a surprise hidden weapon for her to hide in her hair.

The demon never fights fairly with people, this is the first lesson Frey taught her.

She was not worried about the dim environment in the alley. As a dark night hunter, she would naturally equip herself with some equipment that could assist in action in low-light environments.

The dark red sunglasses she was wearing were made of a special glass, which not only did not reduce the sense of light, but also allowed her to see things in the dark.

Vayne approached carefully, and even though she was wearing iron boots, she did not make any sound of alarming the snake. She walked to the last corner of the alley, and before she could see the scene of the demon committing a crime, she had already heard the sound of her torture of the victim.

The sound was like the sound of hair rubbing against each other when the ears were rubbing against each other, or like the sound of rodents gnawing on hard objects, making people chill and creepy.

But Vayne was extremely calm and even more excited.

She poked half of her head against the corner of the wall, trying not to make any noise, and looked coldly at the deepest part of the alley.

In the darkest corner, she saw a naked man kneeling on a white floor tiles, facing the dead wall.

In front of the man, a beautiful woman with horns on her head rode on his thighs, her sharp claws were like hot sharp knives, easily slashing across the man's body, and her skin was blooming.

Seeing the blood seeping out, a thrilling and terrifying smile immediately appeared on the woman's face.

The unforgettable scene of Vayne's eyes flashed in Vayne's mind a stunning woman with horns on her head, standing next to the bloody corpse of her parents. Vayne was panicked and screamed loudly. Before the demonic woman disappeared, she looked at the young Vayne, and a terrifying and desire-filled smile flashed across her face.

After many years, Vayne finally found her enemy. Her anger made her fists clench, but reason told her to wait a little longer and observe for a while.

The demons' methods are strange and unpredictable, and they are endless. Without the certainty of killing one blow, you must not be too hasty. If you alert the snake and let her escape, then Vayne may have to spend several years or even longer to find the demon.

And the time she had, just like a mortal, could not withstand such squandering.

Evelyn didn't realize she had been targeted. Her eating countless times had never been interrupted, and she never missed what she wanted, so she was a little lazy.

The man in front of him was caught in her charming magic, and he was as stupid as a chicken, asking for it.

He couldn't make any sound of asking for help, his mouth already belonged to her... only those eyes could move, maintaining an extremely frightened look. He was like this when she broke up.

Evelyn stared at the helpless eyes.

Although men cannot move, they can still feel pain.

She wrapped two whip ropes behind the man, peeled from head to toe, and found his pain points. The sharp tail pierced his waist, cut blood and flesh along the gaps of the ribs, and then peeled off the thin skin outside the spine... All the bloody wounds were exposed to the dirty darkness and the cold wind of the cold night, allowing different pains to be layered, creating a rich texture like a thousand-layer cake.

He will use all the torture he has suffered and will never be wasted.

She saw all his skin-cut pain appearing on these eyes. Whenever she changed to a new position to explore the unexplored area, the man's eyelashes would tremble at high frequency, and the pain would hit the apex again and again until he orgasm.

But this is not enough. This man's pain is not sweet enough. It is like inferior honey, which only has a sweet taste but lacks a high-end taste.

So she could only rely on imagination to imagine that she was torturing the lady knight she saw during the day or the young man beside her, so that she could not stop feeling more relaxed and pleasant.

"Do you like what's in front of you? I'll take off your eyelids." Evelyn took back a blood-stained whip rope, put it on her lips and tasted the blood dripping from the tail thorn, then let out a gentle and slutty laugh, and began to sprint towards the peak of happiness and pain, entering the final stage.

Although Vayne was unaware of the human affairs, this did not prevent her from understanding the meaning of this charming cry. She knew that for the next short period of time, the demon's senses would be filled with pleasure and would be difficult to detect the abnormal movements around her.
Chapter completed!