Shu Xubai gripped the ground with both hands in pain, remaining silent. His bloodshot eyes, filled with sorrow, stared at Jiang Si: "I want to die, but I don't want to die at your hands, Jiang Jiang, our son..."

"Smack!"

Jiang Si threw her heart's blood and flesh into the spatial button, then slapped Shu Xubai across the face: "If you want to die, then hurry up and die. What are you talking about, our son?"

"You're really something! Not only is this melodramatic and tragic love story worthy of me, but you also gave me a tale of a max-level boss abandoning the ball and running away, while a vampire husband travels across 3000 years to catch his runaway little wife?"

"You're always making these kinds of statements, do you even know what you're like now? You're like a tea leaf that's been steeped until it's all green, or in short, a green tea leaf!"

The heavy, loud slap did nothing to change the color of Shu Xubai's pale face; his face remained ashen, without a trace of blood: "It's no use denying it. Jiang Jiang is our child!"

"Slap!" Jiang Si slapped him again with her backhand: "Bullshit! You think you can scam me with a little zombie king? Let me tell you, no way."

"We fought to no avail 3,000 years ago, but now that you're in my hands, you're dead!"

"I will not die..."

A verdant willow branch shot out from Jiang Si's wrist and into Shu Xubai's heart, bringing his words to an abrupt halt.

As Jiang Si drew his Tang sword, the willow branch on his chest instantly grew larger, occupying his chest and sucking his blood.

Shu Xubai's pale lips parted slightly, his throat seemed blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word. His body gradually withered before the naked eye.

A moment later.

Shu Xu's blood was drained by Yan Liu, and the handsome, pale man became a shriveled corpse.

The emerald green branches of the willow trees turned red and emitted a bloody stench!

It rubbed against the ginger slices.

Jiang Si squinted, glancing down at Shu Xubai's withered head.

Shu Xubai is a vampire, a first-generation zombie, and a royal-level being!

His head was scanned 3,000 years ago and there was no crystal core at all, so he is neither a pure vampire nor a pure zombie.

He is a third species, somewhere between a vampire and a zombie. Even ghosts don't know what species he is, let alone she.

"Leave a branch here!" Jiang Si sheathed her Tang sword, patted Yan Liu, and said, "Put it in his heart, pin him here, let him be exposed to the sun, and let him disappear completely."

The blood-saturated willow tree readily broke off a branch and plunged it into Shu Xubai's heart, gripping his body and extending its roots down more than ten meters, tightly imprisoning Shu Xubai's withered body.

Jiang Si glanced at the vortex, where dark purple lightning appeared, indicating that her cheap husband outside couldn't break through the vortex and had used lightning.

Her eyes darted around, and she said to the willow tree itself, which was happily twisting its branches, "Go back and make a scabbard!"

The twisted willow tree itself didn't want to be a scabbard for a dagger; it wanted freedom, fresh air, and to eat all creatures of higher rank.

"Don't make me say it a second time, or I'll get angry, and if I get angry, the consequences will be serious!" Jiang Si reminded him coolly.

The willow branch, unwillingly twisting its body, automatically offered itself to Jiang Si's hand, wrapping around the Tang sword from her hand and transforming into a beautiful emerald green scabbard.

Jiang Si threw the knife into the spatial button and broke off a piece from the willow branch that was holding Shu Xubai's withered corpse.

She sharpened the willow branch, held it against her chest with her hand behind her back, and steeled herself, intending to pierce herself with force, but then heard a snap.

She was startled to see an opening appear in the enormous vortex. Before she could pierce herself, she threw down the willow branch and lunged toward the opening in the vortex.

With a loud bang.

Just as Agares blasted open the vortex with his black purple lightning, he saw his little wife rushing towards him.

He stopped catching the thunder, stretched out his arms, and caught her.

Jiang Si jumped into Agares' arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, her long, slender legs around his waist, buried her face in his shoulder, and rested her head against his neck. Her voice was soft and tearful: "Husband, I want to go home. Will you take me home?"