Sir Ares, Goodnight

The shopkeeper was a little surprised. "How did you know that I wasn't the original creator?"

Jay turned around and asked excitedly, "Hurry and tell me now. Did a blind girl teach you to make this cake?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The shopkeeper shook her head. "A boy taught me."

Jay's eyes turned dark. It turned out he had made a mistake.

The shopkeeper took the opportunity to promote his cake and said, "Mister, I noticed that you're interested in this cake. Why don't you buy one?"

Jay looked at the cake in a daze, then nodded. "Okay."

The shopkeeper placed the cake in a box for him. Jay swiped his card and proceeded to leave with it.

The fluttering snow fell on Jay's flowing hair, tainting his slightly curled bangs with frost. It added melancholy and vicissitudes of life to his prince-like temperament.

His footsteps were heavy as he treaded slowly in the snow. He knew that Grayson and Storm were following him from behind and did not want them to watch this side of him. After quickly crossing several streets, he successfully threw them off.

Snowflakes fell one at a time.

stretched his hand out and caught pieces of snowflakes. He watched them dissolve

were

disappear before his

the snowflakes and kept them

a young man stopped to look at

cake Jay was holding. Those gorgeous peachy eyes of his were suddenly filled

not deserve to have the cake he

slipped a small and exquisite dart out of his sleeve, then shot it toward the cake

were

the flying dart, the cake fell to the ground and splattered into

the remaining

abruptly as his eagle eyes stared

Jay gritted out these two words from

boy's peachy eyes grew colder as he unconsciously

rang in

Doomsday's admiral, and killing him is also considered an act

snow and sprinkled it into the air, making

young man flew up as his fist

to its utmost extent. When the fist approached him, his body quickly rotated