Too Many Husbands

Chapter 254 Finale: Imperfect Perfection (15)

There is a saying that misfortune comes out of your mouth——

"I don't like to hear nonsense—" The woman's fluttering black long hair fluttered in the air like a ghost. At that time, the beautiful and charming cheeks had already been dyed with a strange look, bewitching and soul-stirring.She quickly threw out a black-purple light blade with one hand.

"Ah, you—" After a scream, Yueguan stared wide-eyed, a bloody hole had been pierced by a light blade in the middle of her neck, cruel and terrifying, and she just couldn't bear to die like this.

"Ah, Lord Yueguan—" the Xielong tribe couldn't help screaming.

"Hmph, this witch actually—"

"All of us killed this witch to avenge Lord Yueguan—" the Xielong tribe became excited, and they didn't expect the result to be like this.

Lan You took a look at Yueguan, who was lying on the ground and dying with regret, and looked at the horrible blood hole on her neck. Lan You's purple-red eyes produced a look called joy, as if she was admiring a perfect work of art , quite a sense of accomplishment.

"You little reptiles who are not worth mentioning, are you worthy? Today I will cut you into pieces—" The woman's eyes were contemptuous, winking like silk, and contained unstoppable ridicule.

The devil has already opened the prelude to the slaughter field, which indicates that there will be corpses everywhere and blood flowing into rivers.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing bloodthirstyly.

the other end,
"My lord, don't go down—" Seeing that Yingluo was about to get off the carriage, the coachman said with a look of disapproval.

"I'm sorry, I can't trouble you any more, this is my wish, I hope you can accept it—" Yingluo took out a few gold coins from her sleeve and put them into the driver's hand, then lifted her foot car.

The driver looked at Yingluo's leaving back, sighed in his heart, and had no choice but to lead the carriage silently.

in heaven,
"She has finally degenerated into a demon—" Daisy murmured sadly.Looking at the blood splattering there, her pale glass-colored eyes were stained with sadness.

"Whether it's a demon or a Buddha, it depends on her own good fortune. This is a predestined destiny from the beginning, isn't it—" the elegant woman's voice drifted over.

"Master Goddess, she is like this against heaven, you are still so indifferent, I can't understand—" Daisy looked at the elegant woman in puzzlement.

"Evil is born from the heart, she has a demon in her heart, and she will surely fall. This is something that even I, the mother god, can't stop—" the elegant woman said still calmly.

"But we can't look like this and let the world suffer catastrophe. Isn't there any other way—" Daisy said in a hurry, she didn't believe there was no way.

"Of course there is a way, but..." the elegant woman said lightly, looking at the blood in the distance like Abi Hell.

After listening, Daisy fell silent.

The miracle came, at that time Yingluo only felt a darkness in front of her eyes, and when she woke up, she had come to a void space.

"You are..." Looking at the woman with white light all over her body, her belt was floating, giving her a feeling of transcending immortality.

"God Mijia, now I restore your consciousness—" The woman smiled lightly and shot him a ray of light. He suddenly felt that his headache was splitting, and then he remembered all kinds of things. The past between him and her was in the heaven, He knew he was a god named Micah—

"Do you want to come?" Daisy smiled lightly.

"Daisy, where is Guards—" The man eagerly wanted to know where his beloved was now.

"It seems that I want to come here, well, let's not talk nonsense, this is what the Mother Goddess wants me to give you—" Daisy transformed a short dagger from her hand, and handed it to Yingluo.

"This is... isn't this the Blade of the Gods? Why did the Mother Goddess give it to me?" Yingluo didn't understand what the Blade of the Gods was in her hand.

"When you see this picture, you will know—" Daisy used the mirror of the gods to transform the picture. The main color of the picture is blood. The lonely woman stands in the crowd and despises them. When a woman raises her hand and drops it, a life is lost.

"Gu Tian, ​​how could it be?" Yingluo looked at the picture in surprise, with a look of horror and unconcealable distress.

(End of this chapter)