At the mockery in God of Love Rongrong's eyes, Ning Rongrong began struggling madly again, as though something had struck a raw nerve. She spat curses at her. "You filthy pair! An adulterer and a whore, especially you, you slut! How can you face Oscar's spirit in heaven? I'm ashamed of you! Why don't you just die?
"And that Huo Yuhao, turning you into things that are neither human nor ghost—he's a demon! You even want to murder Third Brother. Who do you think you are? Pah!"
A deity's divine soul was no different from an ordinary person in this regard, so all the spit she sprayed landed on God of Love Rongrong.
Yet she showed no anger. Rather, she seemed to be enjoying Ning Rongrong's hysteria.
Still, a crisp slap suddenly rang out. Ning Rongrong's head snapped sideways, and crimson blood instantly trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Curse me all you like. I know I'm no saint anyway. But you actually dared to insult Master in front of me? You must be tired of living.
"If killing you wouldn't trigger an alarm in the God Realm Hub, do you think you'd still be alive?"
As though her anger remained unsated, God of Love Rongrong kicked Ning Rongrong viciously several more times, knocking her to the ground. Then she crouched and yanked her up by the hair, forcing their eyes to meet again.
"Oh? Why aren't you screaming anymore? Weren't you acting like you weren't even afraid of death? Have you finally learned fear?
"I can see it, actually. Your eyes are full of hatred. But what can you do? Who could possibly save you?
"That Oscar you keep going on about is probably still lying in bed, dreaming sweet dreams, without the slightest idea what has happened