Zhu Zhuyun suddenly felt a chill, as if danger were approaching. When she met Dai Mubai's gaze, she guessed what was about to happen.
"Mubai, you can't."
She was realistic and clever, and she understood one principle: the easier something was to obtain, the less it was cherished. The more unattainable it was, the more people wanted it.
And Dai Mubai's younger brother was exactly that kind of person.
The situation now had gone far beyond that limit.
If she handed over her blood essence, she wouldn't just grow old—how could she become a god in the future?
She had gone through untold hardship to come here. She had replaced Zhu Zhuqing not to help Dai Mubai, but to become a god.
Dai Mubai took Zhu Zhuyun's hand and said earnestly, "Zhuyun, please trust me, all right?"
There was no way Zhu Zhuyun would agree. She said righteously, "Mubai, if you cared about me, you wouldn't say something like that. If you really want to do this, you don't have to come to me. You could ask someone else—any of my family's brothers, sisters, uncles, or aunts. That would be just as good."
Her attempt to redirect the danger made Dai Mubai come to his senses.
Zhu Zhuyun wasn't the only one with a Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul. There were others.
As the largest family beneath the Star Luo Empire's royal family, the Dai Family had more people with the Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul than just Zhu Zhuyun—even if Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul had changed. There were still other members of the family.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult for them to intermarry with the royal family generation after generation.
Zhu Zhuyun said, "Don't forget, my sister Zhu Zhuqing may have eaten any one of your Dai Family's