"An incomplete strange art, an incomplete divided soul... This madwoman even dared to practice such a life-risking forbidden technique!"
Jin Mu did not even dare breathe. His throat bobbed slightly, his eyes shifted, and he turned to flee!
The woman in red paid him no heed. The love in her eyes only grew more fervent as she stared at Feng Shouzhuo and began walking toward him dreamily.
"Shouzhuo, come with me. Master has already emerged from seclusion. It will not kill you. We'll go to Qing Province."
"We'll have lots and lots of children, and help Master carve out a new path of survival for us~"
Feng Shouzhuo trembled all over and opened his mouth, but before he could speak—
Su Wantang behind him clutched tightly at his sleeve.
"No, don't... She, she isn't..." Her face was streaked with tears, filled with reluctance and pleading.
"Which one of you is the real one~"
They were completely identical, with completely identical faces. Even that love and adoration had not changed in the slightest.
Feng Shouzhuo's expression crumpled. Clutching his head, he let out a roar.
"Shouzhuo, it's me! Have you forgotten? Back then, at Fragrant Flower House, we listened to music together and spent a night of bliss together~"
"You said my hands were cold and pretty, while yours were warm~"
The woman in red stepped closer. Strands of memory flashed through her eyes, and she smiled with infatuation.
Then, the woman in red looked toward Su Wantang. Her willow-leaf brows instantly filled with disgust.
"A mere broken remnant of the main soul dares compete with me for Shouzhuo? Fine. I was just worried you would not show yourself. Today, I'll settle you both at once~"
The woman in red's expression turned icy, only for a trace of tenderness to fill