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Chapter 122 — Snow White in a Dark Fairy Tale ( 50 )
Every time he stepped closer and every words he said was just like a ruthless stab to the King’s flesh, “It looks like you’ve hidden yourself deeper than that young mother of yours ah.” A twisted and terrified expression finally appeared on his face. As Snow White approached him closer, he unconsciously stepped back, at the same time, a happy and joyful voice came out from his throat, “You love her? Then do you know that the one she loves is your father?”
The look in his eyes suddenly turned darker and the gentle mask vanished as a terrifying tone came out from his dark red lips, “If you want to anger me with this sentence, then, father, you’re successful.” A slight smile came back on his face, but his eyes said otherwise, “Even though I know what you’ve said isn’t true.”
He slowly walked over, his face showing a gentle and amiable smile, with an unprecedented softness in his voice, “Father, have you think carefully of how you want to die?”
The muscles on the King’s face trembled and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead. He looked at the strange yet familiar Snow White in front of him, and he can’t help but felt a horror gripping his heart, as if the one standing in front of him now wasn’t his own child, but a dreadful demon.
“Don’t you want to know where she is?” He said while trembling with his pale lips, while covering the ruthless deceit deep in his eyes.
Snow White noticed it, but he wasn’t affected at all. Instead, he kept on smiling slightly as he said, “Father, I have given you a chance.”
Trying all he could to suppress the fear washing all over his body, but he still trembled involuntarily. The King coldly laughed, “Are you not afraid that I can kill her?”
Snow White’s eyes went dark, and the smile on his face gradually faded, “Father, it seems you’re still not taking me seriously at all.”
When he said this, the King had deliberately prepared to jump and stab him with the knife hidden behind him.
Snow White sneered. He kicked the King down and stepped on his chest with one of his foot in a swift motion, heavily grinding and crushing his bones a few times while talking in a warm and gentle tone, “Father.”
Blood surged out and clogged off the King’s throat, he coughed the red liquid out a few times and tried to retaliate, “What the hell do you want?!”
“Oh.” Snow White let out a mysterious laugh, “Why can’t you figure it out? Didn’t you want to use her?”
He narrowed his eyes, his line of sight fell on the King’s face and a faint smile raised from the edges of his lips, “But Snow White is angry now…”
It was obvious that the other party did nothing, but the King was scared stiff. The gaze Snow White gave him was comparable to Ling Chi (death of thousand cuts), he even felt that he wished for death more than if he face Ling Chi. He can’t help but roared from the depth of his throat, “Just kill if you want to kill! It’s my fault for not killing you while I can!”
Snow White’s gaze fell on the King’s two hands as his gentle voice fell. “Let me think, at that banquet, which hand did you use to touch her, father?”
Realizing what the demon wanted to do, a trace of fear appeared on the King’s eyes, “You lunatic!”
Snow White tilted his head, as if thinking of something, and showed a sweet smile to the King, “This mouth ah, you used it to deceive her with lots of empty love words.” He stopped for a while and continued, “And this face, why did you use it to show her your gentle smiles? You have to understand, the only one who can show her that expression is me, Snow White…”
The King was frightened and pissed himself.
Smelling the foul stench of ammonia in the air, Snow White showed a satisfied look. He smiled at the King under his foot as he said lightly, “Father, where should we start this?”