Ling Qi stared at Mo Shisheng with bloodshot eyes, the anger in her eyes seeming to turn into a flame that could burn her to death.
Mo Shisheng didn't take her seriously. He easily loosened his grip, and Lingya's body collapsed to the ground as if her tendons had been pulled out.
Blood kept oozing from the hole in his heart, staining the grass beneath him red.
Ling Qi rushed over, but stopped beside Ling Ya.
Lingya's pupils were dilated, and she had completely lost all life, showing no signs of being alive.
"sister……"
After calling out tremblingly, Ling Qi incredulously reached out and placed her hand between her noses, trying to prove that Ling Ya was still alive.
But when she placed her hand between Lingya's noses, she couldn't feel a single breath.
Lingya is dead...
Ling Qi refused to accept this fact. Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Mo Shisheng. "You will die!"
"Your sister just said the same thing, and what happened?"
Mo Shisheng's lips curled slightly, completely unconcerned about Ling Qi's anger. She glanced indifferently at Ling Ya lying on the ground, "How pitiful."
"you!"
Ling Qi had always been unable to stand Mo Shisheng's provocations, but this time she managed to hold back.
She looked at Lingya lying on the ground, the grass beneath her stained red, and Lingqi bit her lower lip hard.
With trembling hands, Ling Qi held Ling Ya's body in her arms. As she felt Ling Ya's body temperature gradually dissipate, Ling Qi wished even more that Mo Shisheng would die right now.
However, she knew she was no match for Mo Shisheng. If she really made a move, she might end up like Lingya.
After turning around while holding Lingya, Lingqi paused slightly. "Mo Shisheng, the next time we meet, it will definitely be your death."
Oh……
Ling Qi's words had no effect on Mo Shisheng whatsoever; she didn't even glance at Ling Qi's departing figure.
Only after Ling Qi and Ling Ya had completely left did Mo Shisheng's legs give way and she sat down on the ground.
She pressed her lips tightly together, raised her hand and pulled open her sleeve, revealing a bloody mess inside.
Lingya used all her spiritual power in an attempt to perish together with her; how could she possibly escape unscathed?
Mo Shisheng tore the clothes stuck to the wound. Some of them were stuck on quite tightly, so she had to use more force when tearing them off.
The fabric of the clothes was torn open, and the dried wounds and blood boiled again.
The wound was pulled open a bit, and blood oozed out, but Mo Shisheng didn't even frown. His face was deathly pale, but he calmly and casually treated the wound.
She collapsed back onto the grass, as if all her strength had been drained away in that moment.
As the eyes slowly closed, the light gradually diminished until the eyes were completely closed, at which point the light ceased to exist.
The moment Mo Shisheng closed her eyes, Bei Ya appeared, a sneer in her cold eyes. "It's only been a short while, and it's not even dark yet, and you've already made yourself look so disheveled?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng didn't turn her head, her eyes still tightly closed, probably because she was too exhausted to even speak.
"Mo Shisheng, have you forgotten who you are?"
Seeing that Mo Shisheng ignored her, Bei Ya frowned deeply, "You are the goddess of the divine realm, you..."
"Let's begin. I have no regrets."
Perhaps it was Bei Ya's words that made Mo Shisheng a little impatient. Mo Shisheng slowly opened her eyes and looked at Bei Ya.
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