C57 The Elf Is Dead

"Wa — —" The silhouette opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Its already deathly pale face was now as white as a sheet of paper. It was hard to tell whether the black robe was stained with blood or not, but the snow-white bed sheets beneath him were dyed a little red. Her long hair was disheveled and messy. Her waist was slightly bent from the pain