The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 393
The rain was still falling, and the wet rain made Du Shi feel cold all over.She slipped down little by little, dyeing the ground under her feet red with blood.

Afraid?

She is not afraid now.

Because she knew that she was doomed.She knew it from the moment she saw those flying knives.

"Our witch clan is blessed by God, my son, my son, one day, will, will lead you and other foolish people... you wait..."

"Whether he can do it, I don't know." Zhuang Jiang sat opposite Du Shi, lazily and casually. "At least you won't see that day anymore."

"So what if I can't see... the ending, the ending will not change..."

Gradually, Du Shi's mouth was overflowing with blood.She smiled ferociously, like a monster crawling out of hell.

"My task, just, is to hold you back...I think I succeeded..."

Du's words finally caught Zhuang Jiang's eyes.Sure enough, is this Gong Ziyu's backhand?

"In order to hold us back, we lost a Wu Clan pawn. Wouldn't the price be a little higher?"

From the looks of it, Gong Ziyu was afraid that she was going to make a counterattack, so she made some other counterattacks.

From the very beginning, he never believed in Mo Yonghong.

"Hahaha……"

Du opened his bloody mouth, and his blood-stained hands suddenly grabbed Zhuang Jiang's sleeves.

"The Holy Relic of the Spiritual Clan, the Ancient Futu Knife. Zhuang Jiang? You are not Zhuang Jiang at all! You are Wu Yuan's daughter, the hope of the Spiritual Clan...sacrificing me, but revealing you... Isn't it worth it?"

"Okay, really nice."

Zhuang Jiang shook off Du Shi, and grabbed Du's neck.

"Do you think I don't know, did you send someone to send information? But you know the different soul curse, so can I."

"You, what did you say..."

Du Shi vomited a mouthful of blood, and looked at Zhuang Jiang in disbelief.

"Gong Ziyu has a soul card, and he will soon learn of your death. And the information you sent will be delivered to me by someone."

The girl's smile is so touching.Those slightly slanted bright eyes exuded a coldness that had never been seen before.

Du Shi trembled, because from the bottom of Zhuang Jiang's eyes, she saw thousands of killings, and the violence that a girl shouldn't have.

This seemingly harmless girl has already figured everything out.

She doesn't need to retreat, because she herself is the retreat.

"Do you have any last words?"

Zhuang Jiang restrained his hostility, and smiled at Du Shi again.

How did she forget?She should be gentle with a dying person.

"I, Du Juan, can die in the hands of the Goddesses of the Spirit Race. I will die without regret. But don't forget, the Goddesses of the Spirit Race know the destiny and luck. Without exception, they cannot escape the fate of sacrificing themselves!"

Du Shi finished speaking, biting off his tongue with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

She is not powerless.She just understands that all struggles are futile.

Because what she was facing was the hope of the Spirit Clan, and in the eyes of the Wu Clan, the biggest hidden danger.

Saint, do you know?I met, I met Wu Yuan and that person's daughter...

She was really, really like him...

Seeing Du Shi lose his life, Zhuang Jiang watched everything silently.

Raising her hand to sprinkle the powder on the corpse, her eyes seemed to be empty and invisible.

There was nothing in those bright eyes that were always shining.

"The Holy Relic of the Spirit Race, the Ancient Buddha Knife."

She read this sentence, the words spoken from Du Shi's mouth.The Buddha bracelet in her hand trembled for a moment as if she had sensed it at this moment.

Who knows, from the day she inherited this sacred object...

She was ready, ready to die.

(End of this chapter)