Margaret! I Curse You to Die a Horrible Death~~~!

Liu Wei had been planning to make one last desperate stand, but he never expected Lan Qingyou to act so quickly and decisively.

She hadn't even treated his life as something worth taking seriously.

"You're not even worthy of my revenge anymore." Those words had a sting no less painful than murder—and the added cruelty of striking at his heart.

So that was what she meant...

At that moment, Liu Wei finally understood what Lan Qingyou had been saying to herself earlier as she mourned the past.

In her eyes, he and his family no longer existed.

They might not even count as people anymore.

So... being tossed aside like a rag didn't seem to affect her or weigh on her conscience at all?

"Damn it! Lan Qingyou! I'm your cousin!"

At the very end, Liu Wei used Bloodline Suppression, hoping to appeal to their family ties and awaken Lan Qingyou's "conscience."

But...

"I'm a witch, and you're a mongrel. We aren't even the same race. How could you possibly be my cousin?"

Lan Qingyou looked coldly at the man who claimed to be her cousin.

She acted as though she had never called him "cousin" before, turning on him without hesitation.

"But don't worry. Even so, I won't kill your family just yet."

"I've already cursed them, so let them enjoy the time they have left under the curse. It might be a nice way to pass the time—for you, who are about to die, and for me, who rarely have any free time."

After speaking, Lan Qingyou didn't give him a chance to reply. She snapped her fingers.

"Lan Qingyou!!! I curse you to die a horrible death~~~~~!!!"

With Lan Qingyou's snap, Liu Wei's weight returned, and he immediately plummeted.

His screams and curses rang through the canyon.