Accidentally Married A Fox God – The Sovereign Lord Spoils His Wife Chapter 329 Keep A Civil Tongue In Your Head

Scarlet spilled from Li irong’s hand in a steady stream. The blood streaked through the air, devoured by the parasol’s endless thirst.

Li irong snickered quietly, completely unperturbed by the parasol’s consumption of her blood. She turned slightly, tossing Liu Jiayu a aningful look.

"You will regret this," she said. Her voice was dark, foreboding.

"What do you an by that, ah?" Liu Jiayu spluttered through her shredded cheek and aching tongue. Her grip on the Bloodsucking Parasol tightened.

She was t with pointed silence.

The Bloodsucking Parasol kept consuming Li irong’s blood, unceasing, yet she showed no sign of weakness.

The Armant Division’s succeeding disciple was not one to scare easily, but at that mont, a choking fear began to consu her. Li irong’s laughter was incredibly ominous, her dark aura almost immobilizing in its intensity.

Liu Jiayu could not understand it. Had she not gained the upper hand in combat? Why, then, was she so afraid, when it was the loathso girl in front of her whom should be shriveling into naught but skin and bones at any mont?

Yet, as the battle progressed, no harm ca to Li irong.

"What’s going on...?" whispered Liu Jiayu, her voice quavering.

Li irong lifted her hands and gave an exaggerated shrug.

Just as Liu Jiayu was about to respond, the Bloodsucking Parasol began to spasm violently in her grip.

The parasol shook, as if it had consud too much and could no longer continue.

The entire audience looked on in avid fascination.

"The Bloodsucking Parasol does not harm her... how can it be?" The onlookers began to mumble amongst themselves.

"What kind of monster are you?" Liu Jiayu voiced the question everyone else was thinking but dared not ask. Dread blanched her face pure white as she locked eyes with Li irong.

At that mont, Li irong’s dark, fathomless pupils kindled terrifying thoughts. To Liu Jiayu, she beca the stuff of nightmares.

Li irong ignored the question, narrowing her eyes in a cold yet lazy manner.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head, while it is still attached."

Liu Jiayu involuntarily gulped back the additional questions lingering on her tongue. The parasol’s handle began to heat up, searing her fingers.

Despite the constant pain, Liu Jiayu held back her tears. She refused to cry any more. Even after taking so much damage, pride stopped her from showing any further signs of weakness.

The only visible trace of struggle was the sweat dripping down her forehead.

Liu Jiayu gnashed her teeth as she silently stared Li irong down. ’If I bow before her, my junior, then I will lose all face! She is at the Foundation Building stage at most... not only will I lose face, I will lose my position as succeeding disciple!’

Liu Jiayu would rather die than admit defeat. She had suffered enough humiliation already.

The parasol’s unusual spasms began to sting Liu Jiayu’s palm, yet she kept a persistent grip on the blistering handle, unwilling to let go. Unwilling to concede.