I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 122 What she needs is the young master of Nanmo Mountain

So he dislikes her? He finds it unacceptable that they are so intimate in front of others?

But I can't think about that now, so I just take out the Blood Flute and play a tune. Strange!

Miaoqing also felt much lighter.

The red ribbons binding his body gradually loosened, and he moved his hands and feet. Hey, he came back to life!

Before he could even speak, Zhongli Yueluo paused for a moment before uttering a single sentence.

"Aren't you going to help? You want to die here too!"

He shook his head, never expecting that the ghost was actually a die-hard fan of those two young masters.

Indeed, both of them, Zisang and his son, were top-notch beauties before their faces were disfigured.

He said "Oh," but land was definitely not his home turf; he was a water ghost!

Although he reluctantly stepped forward and took out his own magical weapon, he fought with the red silk of the ghost.

However, he and Su Fengjun had absolutely no coordination; it was a miracle if he didn't step on the other's foot.

Gongshu Liang seemed to have noticed something; it must be the blood droplet in Zhongli Yueluo's hand that was causing the trouble.

He drew his sword and charged at Zhongli Yueluo, but fortunately she was not seriously injured.

With his agile body, he dodged left and right, and Gongshu Liang couldn't land a single blow on him.

The mad ghost disliked being interrupted in her battles, so Gongshu Liang also became her enemy.

She teleported him to the other side, then manipulated the red ribbon to fight against the others.

"Feng Jun, use your sword, imbue it with flames, she's afraid!"

She spoke to him as she took a breath, while Miaoqing could only serve to draw the fire away from him.

They fought back and forth for several rounds, their red ribbons fluttering in the wind.

The last red ribbon slowly fell, covering a corner of the pavilion, and the ghost stood up unhurriedly.

"He does have some skills!"

Zhongli Yueluo also tried making hand seals to move the red silk on the ground, and to her surprise, it actually worked.

While the ghost was speaking, the red silk flew towards her and wrapped itself around her.

Su Fengjun only needed that one moment of weakness in her, and the knife mercilessly plunged into her abdomen.

Black fluid flowed from its abdomen, and the demon laughed loudly, then its laughter grew fainter and fainter.

Then the red silk tied to her body fell to the ground, and she collapsed.

But he didn't die; he didn't even flinch, as if he wasn't in pain.

Gongshu Liang and the others were originally tethered by the red silk, but now the red silk hung on the ground as if it had lost its vitality.

He knew that the demon must have been defeated.

But when they looked around, they had no idea what kind of place it was.

All around were rows of white bones, and endless miasma.

Miao Qing knelt down in front of the ghost, her eyes showing no pity.

They were merely known as the Twelve Demons; they didn't share any deep feelings for each other.

The three of them watched her as her makeup gradually faded and her hair became disheveled.

Zhongli Yueluo then noticed that she also lacked a little finger on her right hand.

"You wouldn't happen to be that girl from the inn, would you?" I asked, just with a lingering doubt.

She nodded. It turned out that she was just an ordinary, even somewhat ugly woman, which was why she liked to eat the hearts of beautiful women.

But Zhongli Yueluo had no time to pity her; instead, he stood there, looking down at her.

"I heard that the Demon Flower was divided into twelve parts! Where is your part?!"

She coughed up blood and laughed, "That's right, there is a copy here with me! But you have to be able to find it first!"

Zhongli Yueluo narrowed her eyes and pinched her chin with one hand: "I advise you to tell me, so you don't suffer."

"I'm not afraid of death, why would I be afraid of you?" she sneered, yet one could almost feel her figure slowly fading away.

Zhongli Yueluo pulled Miaoqing's hand, and the dagger was so fast that Miaoqing didn't even have time to react.

Blood had already flowed from his hand and dripped into Shu Yu's mouth.

She had a sudden inspiration: since everyone who drank her blood was controlled by her, what if she developed a network of subordinates?

Today I'll use her to test the knife.

"Princess!" Miao Qing withdrew her hand, somewhat annoyed. He was already pitiful enough, and now she still wanted to cut him.

Su Fengjun was also puzzled. Then, Zhongli Yueluo held the blood flute to her lips.

Playing music that makes people feel suffocated, this piece can be specifically targeted at a person.

At first, Shu Yu did not react at all, but then she grabbed his throat with both hands and twisted her limbs into a ball.

His already pale face was now bruised and his eyeballs were almost bulging out.

She felt as if thousands of ants were churning inside her bone marrow.

She felt as if a bell was echoing in her brain, and her internal organs were churning.

She covered her mouth with one hand and pointed at Zhongli Yueluo with the other.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word; his eyes were filled with anger.

"This is even more terrifying than death," she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

But he was like a demon from the deepest hell, a monster far more terrifying than anyone else.

Miao Qing had been covering her ears the whole time.

Then he slowly opened one eye and, lo and behold, found himself unharmed.

Su Fengjun was completely unharmed; he simply found the music somewhat melancholic.

"If you don't tell me, I don't mind asking you to listen to another part."

She squatted down, hooking her fingers under her chin and squeezing tighter and tighter!

Su Fengjun could probably guess that it was the princess's magic power, controlling other people's minds through music.

It turns out the princess has such a resolute side; in his mind, he thought she was someone who would break at the slightest touch.

Miao Qing chimed in, "Shu Yu, just tell me. You won't have to suffer, will you?"

"You spineless coward! She controlled you the same way back then, which is why you switched sides with her!"

"Pah! That's crooked and evil! I will never betray you, young master!" She was quite adamant.

Zhongli Yueluo was surprised that others would call her a heretic or evil, which was a bit strange, but perhaps she really was one.

"If you don't talk about it, then you don't want to live." She glanced to the side.

I was about to call out to Yu Huan on a whim, but I forgot. This time, it was just the two of them.

She wouldn't do something as dirty as murder.

She glared at Miao Qing: "Kill her!"

"Princess, she hasn't said anything yet!"

"Perhaps her control over the downward progression is weaker, which prevented her from telling the truth, but she did have it, right there in the illusion she created."

When she went to support Su Fengjun, her eyes returned to that innocent look.

She placed her hand on his chest, took out a medicine bottle from the hairpin, and applied the medicine to his wound.

He grabbed her hand; her words had greatly changed his opinion of her.

He said, "Princess, I can do it myself."

"Okay, is it because you saw what happened just now that you want to distance yourself from me?"

"Or are you afraid that I'll think you're some kind of heretic or evil?"

Zhongli Yueluo saw a different kind of emotion in his eyes.

She was afraid, and he replied, "I just feel that the princess might not need me."

"Why would you think that? How could I not need you?"

"Perhaps what the princess needs is the young master of Nanmo Mountain, not Su Fengjun."

His eyes were turbulent, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.