Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 381.

The thirteenth heaven, Ziwei Palace.

"Ge'er, you haven't had a good rest for many days. It hurts to see it for your husband." Yetong sat lightly beside her, her beautiful eyes filled with distress.

Mu Lingge shook his head, and gently pulled out a smile line: "I'm not tired, the souls of the Wen family have been beaten too much, if you don't hurry up and summon those souls back before they disappear completely, I'm afraid there will really be no Here's the chance."

"Stop for a while, and I will help you with my husband." Yetong has always obeyed her, he knows her thoughts, and what he thinks is also the same as hers.

If they want to be together, they must not be indebted to others. For these Wen clan members who were killed innocently, it would be the best way if they could be extradited to the second dimension or sent to the underworld for reincarnation.

It was already impossible for Mu Linge to respond to Wen Yan's affection, and what he did now might not help in the end, but it was better than doing nothing.

"No, I owe him this, and I will pay it back myself." If someone treats her kindly, she will repay him very kindly. She is such a realistic person, so realistically so kind, so heart-wrenching.

Yetong frowned, and began to summon souls without any explanation, but Yetong is no longer just the prince of the God Realm after all, he has to do more now. Handle all kinds of miscellaneous chores—it is true that Donghua is a capable assistant, but there are many things that he still has to do by himself.

The power only possessed by the royal family in the God Realm, Donghua wanted to do it for him but was powerless.

There are a total of 330 people in Wen's family. With the efforts of the two of them, they can barely gather 150 souls. At this time, they are quietly in the soul lock tower, in the beautiful Sanskrit sound of Mu Linge, Purifying the dark elements in their souls.

At night, the world was silent, and in the depths of Ziwei Palace, Mu Linge stood awe-inspiring.

In front of her was a pool of clear water, and on the shore were mud and stones that shone slightly holy. She reached out and rubbed a large lump of mud from the edge of the pool. She felt that the mud was unusually fragrant, without any filth.

Mu Linge rubbed the soil under his hands gently with a compassionate expression while muttering words in his mouth.

After about two hours, the clay under her hand gradually took shape, the shape of a person, a clay puppet she made according to the appearance seen in those complete souls, and it was born in this way.

"Is this how Nuwa made people out of clay? I'm so tired!" She looked at the finished product in her hands in a daze, and she was a little happy, but she was more puzzled: "What's the next step? Do you want to drip on it?" A few drops of blood or something? But, if every clay puppet has to drip my blood, wouldn’t I want to bleed to death?”

She seemed to be talking to herself, and after she finished speaking, she tilted her head and thought for a long time, and finally came up with a good solution.

It turned into a big basin out of thin air, filling the basin with half of the water. Afterwards, she cut her arm and let the blood flow into the basin. After putting more than one bowl of blood, she stopped.

This is an experiment, she really can't say whether it will be successful or not.Who told that person to only give half of the hints, and let her figure out the rest by herself!

(End of this chapter)