The flames were so painful for Lord Fleur that she didn't want to be gone, so she could only threaten with the last bit of bet.

The flame that Lu Jiuque sacrificed was the natal fire of the owl, which could devour souls and burn souls, but how could it be comparable to ordinary different fires?

She knew that the Lu family might still have some secrets in the hands of the Furong County Lord, but she really didn't have a good impression of this perverted mother and daughter, and she had a pain in her eyes if she let them live for a second longer.

"If you want to know something, Miss Ben will find out for herself, so you might as well be gone......"

Listening to Lu Jiuque's cold tone, watching the flames get closer and closer, the Furong County Lord screamed continuously.

'No...... Lu Jiu is missing! ’

She hates it!

Why did Magatama fail, and why did she still have nothing left at the end of the day?

The person who should be damned should be the daughter of that slut, and it should be Lu Jiuque, because it should be her!

However, just as the flames of the owl surrounded the Furong County Lord, a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed the Furong County Lord's throat fiercely.

That hand comes from the abyss.

Slender and fair-skinned, with distinct bone joints, like a jade carving.

But the nails of the hand were black, as black as a thick ink......

The moment this hand appeared, Lu Jiuque's feet blurred a thick ink-like color.

Deep, full-bodied, serene ......

Just like in the quiet place of the dark night, the ink-colored lotus placed on the bank of the River Styx with enchanting anger amazed Lu Jiuque's eyes.

Everything around her quietly vanished, except for the ripples of the River Styx, gradually reverberating and opening the waves.

Lu Jiuque saw that the county lord of Furong was thrown into the black water by that hand, and she struggled frantically in the water waves, letting out a terrible scream, and her soul was scattered.

Not only the Furong County Lord, but also Shao Qingrou, Luo Hong and those who died in this disaster in the dark water.

Their eyes were hollow, and their bodies were melting little by little, turning into a drop of mist in the vast smoke waves.

In the end, the Furong County Lord stared at Lu Jiuque's direction, using all his last strength, and screamed fiercely.

'Hahaha...... Lu Jiu is missing...... You're not going to end well......

'I'm dead...... You're not going to die well...... Last time, someone saved you from disaster...... There won't be another time this time!! ’

'Lu Jiu is missing...... If you want to hate, hate your mother...... Lu Jiu is missing ......'

……

Disaster?

What calamity?

Who saved her from the catastrophe?

Lu Jiuque's heart suddenly had a bad premonition, and he just wanted to get closer and ask clearly, but the Furong County Lord was already covered in mud and crumpled in this piece of dark water.

Immediately afterwards, an ethereal voice sounded intermittently in Lu Jiuque's ears.

'Lu ...... Nine Missing ...... Go back ......

The call with a little bit of cold indifference made Lu Jiuque tremble.

Get back?

Where to go back?

Who is talking to her?

Lu Jiuque suddenly came back to his senses, and then he realized that there was nothing around him.

The realm of the dark water, the hands as beautiful as white jade, and the call that contained emotions, everything disappeared like a wave of smoke.

"Who are you? Where do you want me to go back? ”

Lu Jiuque couldn't help but ask, and a sudden pain came from his palm.

She suddenly raised her eyes, but met the worried eyes of Emperor Shifang.

"What's wrong?" He said in a deep voice, with a deep sense of concern.

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