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.

caught pieces of snowflakes. He watched them dissolve in the palm of his hand, and

snowflakes were

never disappear before

snowflakes and kept them

away, a young man stopped

was holding. Those gorgeous peachy eyes

not deserve to have the cake he

out of his sleeve, then

were remarkably

box's handle was sliced open by the flying dart, the cake

at the remaining handle,

as his eagle eyes stared sharply at the

these two words

grew colder as he unconsciously clenched his fists

cold voice rang in

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

the boy drew a melodious arc under his feet. He kicked up a pile of snow and sprinkled it into the air, making

as his

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