This flame caused Princess Furong too much pain. She didn't want to lose her soul, so she could only use her last bet as a threat.
The flame that Lu Jiuque sacrificed was the owl's natal fire, but how could the soul-eating and burning soul be comparable to ordinary strange fires
She knew that the Lu family might have some secrets in the hands of Princess Furong, but she really didn't like this perverted mother and daughter. It hurt her eyes to let them live for one more second.
"If you want to know anything, I will check it out myself, so you should still be confused..."
Hearing Lu Jiuque's cold tone and watching the flames getting closer, Princess Furong kept screaming.
'No... Lu Jiuque! '
She hates it!
Why did Magatama malfunction, and why did she still have nothing in the end
The person who clearly deserves to die, that bitch’s daughter, should be Lu Jiuque, because it should be her!
However, just as the flames of the owl surrounded Princess Furong, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed Princess Furong's throat first.
That hand came from the abyss.
Slender and fair, with clear joints like a jade carving.
But the nails on that hand were black, as black as if they were dyed with thick ink...
The moment this hand appeared, a thick ink-like color spread under Lu Jiuque's feet.
Deep, rich, quiet...
Just like in a quiet place in the dark night, the enchanting ink-colored lotus blooming on the bank of the River Styx stunned Lu Jiuque's eyes.
Everything around her quietly disappeared, leaving only the ripples of the Styx, gradually reverberating and spreading.
Lu Jiuque saw it. Princess Furong was thrown into the black water by that hand. She struggled wildly in the water waves, letting out a shrill scream, and her soul was almost torn apart.
Not only Princess Furong, but also Shao Qingrou, Luo Hong and those who died in the disaster were also in the underworld.
Their eyes were empty, and their bodies were melting little by little, turning into droplets of mist in the vast smoke.
At the last moment, Princess Furong stared in the direction of Lu Jiuque, using all her last strength, she screamed loudly.
'Hahaha... Lu Jiuque... you will not end well... '
'When I die... you will also die badly... Someone blocked the disaster for you last time... It won't happen again this time! ! '
'Lu Jiuque... If you want to hate, then hate your mother... Lu Jiuque... '
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Disaster
What disaster
Who blocked the disaster for her
A bad premonition suddenly appeared in Lu Jiuque's heart, and he was about to get closer to ask for details, but Princess Furong's body was already like dirt and was crushed into pieces in this dark water.
Immediately afterwards, a disembodied voice sounded intermittently in Lu Jiuque's ears.
'Lu...Jiuque...go back quickly...'
The call with a hint of cold indifference made Lu Jiuque tremble all over.
go back
Where to go back
Who is speaking to her
Lu Jiuque suddenly came to his senses and realized that there was nothing around him.
That realm of dark water, that hand as beautiful as white jade, and that emotional call, everything disappeared like smoke.
"Who are you? Where do you want me to go back?"
Lu Jiuque couldn't help but ask, and there was a sudden pain in his palm.
She suddenly raised her eyes and met Di Shifang's worried eyes.
"What's wrong?" He said solemnly, with deep worry.