Jian Yanyou stood up from Jian Taiding’s headless corpse. He licked away the blood on his lips and replied, “Who am I? I’m Jian Yanyou, of course, your husband.”

His eyes had long become pitch-black like ink, and his face was covered in black patterns. Because he had just drunk blood straight out of Jian Taiding’s decapitated corpse, he looked extremely sinister and dangerous.

Yu Yanluo shook her head and replied, “No, you are definitely not him. Yanyou is honest and generous in nature. He would never wantonly kill the innocent.”

“The innocent? He was the one who almost killed me, and he lusted after his own sister-in-law. How is he innocent at all?” Jian Yanyou sneered.

Yu Yanluo said coldly, “That is why you cannot be the true Jian Yanyou. You do not know just how much he doted on his younger brother. He would give him whatever he wanted. Other than giving him me, his wife, he pretty much gave him everything else. Furthermore, no matter what kinds of mistakes his younger...