It was almost phantom-like, as if one could hear a crisp crackling sound.
Nobody knew whether it was the neck or the skull that seed to have been broken.
For a mont, stars danced before her eyes as her body wriggled on the ice like a water snake, her small mouth open, the intense pain rendering her unable to make the slightest noise.
In that instant, countless onlookers were gently rubbing their foreheads, as if they could feel the searing pain in their own heads.
"Helois, you should have created another sharp ice cone right below her as she fell," Iyeta was diligently instructing, sharing battle wisdom with Helois.
The Snow Woman was very strong.
The only issue was that she was too soft.
Not just her body, but her personality as well.
The Snow Woman nodded sowhat blankly, taking Iyeta’s guidance to heart; she definitely would not make the sa mistake again.
However, Iyeta was actually quite satisfied; the two were originally cast over from the demons’ side, and though they were forced by Qin Chu, they needed to show their worth.
In the sky, Violet descended, kicking Florence in her slender waist. Florence’s body slid neatly across the ice to Qin Chu, her force expertly judged.
"Miss Florence..." Qin Chu’s face still carried a gentle, gentleman-like smile, his eyes sweeping over her slightly ssy but still voluptuous and attractive figure.
He sowhat understood Lord Cao’s thoughts.
This kind of woman indeed possessed a special allure.
After calling her several tis in succession, Florence’s consciousness gradually returned, and seeing Qin Chu close by, she didn’t hide the hatred and anger in her eyes.
"Please, Miss Florence... no, I should say, Lady..."
"Believe in this, I never initiated any trouble with your son, but I don’t understand why he keeps harboring such intense hostility toward , coming again and again to provoke ..."
Qin Chu spoke the truth.
He really hadn’t initiated any move against Onions, and even the Evil God’s threads inside Onions, he brought upon himself; it really had nothing to do with Qin Chu.
"But, your family has really disappointed ..."
"I’ve known all along about the misdeeds committed by Onions, but I kept quiet about them. I’m not one to gossip, but Onions forced to reveal everything."
"As for you, Lady Florence, you disappointed even more. I thought you would be a bit more mature... but it turns out you’re only mature in body."
"Or is it that you’ve grown accustod to being above it all, not understanding what compromise ans?"
Pausing for a mont, Qin Chu continued, "Of course, Mr. Brave, being magnanimous, I can still offer you a chance, we can negotiate a trade..."
A trade?
Florence blinked, reminded of the rumors concerning the Hero. She instinctively pulled at her disheveled clothes, covering her fair skin, "You want my body?"
No, what are you thinking?
Qin Chu’s gaze swept across Florence.
Wherever his gaze touched, Florence felt as if a rough hand was brushing against her delicate skin.
Ever since Onions’s father had died, she hadn’t felt like this.
Well, Qin Chu admitted, Florence’s body indeed was very tempting, but what Qin Chu really wanted was not that.
It was Florence’s ability to move through the earth.
Of course, Qin Chu could opt for the Devourer.
While the Devourer devoured magic power and Fighting Energy decisively, gaining powers and magic was probabilistic, and Qin Chu couldn’t guarantee that devouring Florence completely would certainly grant him that ability.
However, if Florence cooperated willingly, then the success rate would significantly increase.
Florence furrowed her brow; filled with hatred for Qin Chu, naturally she was reluctant to let her pure body be defiled by Qin Chu... but, if it could save her son, she was willing to endure whatever sacrifice necessary.
Now, the plan to save her son through sheer strength having failed, she had no choice but to accept so humiliating terms:
"As long as you can save my son, let him live..."
"My body, you can do whatever you want with it, have it your way!" Florence said coldly, her eyes steely.
As long as her son could live!
Qin Chu, feeling helpless, wondered if this woman could let him finish speaking.
Before Qin Chu could even react, Onions, seemingly stimulated by Qin Chu’s words, suddenly began trembling violently, with two fork-shaped marks rapidly erging on his back hand.
Streams of crimson threads, like streaks, spread from his hand to every corner of his body.
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