Chapter 505 Going Back, Lu 9que

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. LieΩwenΩ.com 『

6 The flame Jiuque sacrificed was the owl's natal fire, but how could it be comparable to ordinary strange fires when it devoured souls and burned souls?

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 just be confused..."

Listening to 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 have nothing in the end?

The person who clearly deserves to die should be that bitch’s daughter, it 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 that Princess Furong was thrown into the black water by that hand. She struggled wildly in the water waves, screaming in agony, 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 end, Princess Furong stared in the direction of Lu Jiuque, using all her last strength, she screamed.

'Hahaha... Lu Jiuque... you will not end well...'

‘When I die...you will also die badly...last time someone blocked the disaster for you...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 mud and was crushed into pieces in the dark water.

Immediately afterwards, a disembodied voice sounded intermittently in Lu Jiuque's ears.

'6...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.