C11 Willow

"Poor thing?" The young man asked in disbelief, "To slaughter all life, to live forever is also pitiful?"

The middle-aged man's body became more and more hunched, a few wrinkles appearing between his brows, and his head of black hair was covered in a layer of deathly gray.

He felt that the iron knife in his hand was very heavy, and the originally tightly clenched fingers gradually loosened