Electrolux Must Die Too!

A dazzling golden blossom of blood burst across Wang Qiu'er's chest. She gave a muffled groan, and her body was instantly sent flying backward. Before the light faded from those golden eyes, they remained fixed tightly in Huo Yuhao's direction, filled with reluctance and...

Wang Chun'er, meanwhile, was pierced straight through the heart by an even more condensed blade of light. The aura of light around her dimmed in an instant. Without even making a sound, she collapsed limply, her gaze finally freezing on Huo Yuhao, carrying a kind of attachment that was impossible to put into words.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

Wang Dong'er still held her attacking posture, both hands stiffly suspended in midair, faint glimmers of surging Soul Power still lingering at her fingertips.

At that moment, the fighting spirit and resolve on her face had already vanished without a trace. All that remained was utter blankness and terror beyond belief.

She lowered her head and looked at her slightly trembling hands, as if she were seeing them for the first time. They seemed to be covered in scalding blood that could never be washed away.

"No—impossible—absolutely impossible!" Wang Dong'er's voice was hoarse and broken, choked with sobs. "It wasn't me—I didn't want to kill you!"

"I didn't!"

"It was this barrier—it controlled me!"

"Qiu'er!"

"Chun'er!"

"Say something!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of terror, and instinctively looked toward Huo Yuhao, who had been cut off outside.

The lover she had just been fighting for, declaring her claim over.

However, the sight that entered her eyes froze her soul solid in an instant, like Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice.

Huo Yuhao's eyes—those Spirit Eyes that in the past had always held gentleness, trust, and even a unique indulgence reserved only for her—now held only