The sticky blood flowed down, and his nose felt hot. Jiang Ji skillfully raised the back of his hand to wipe it off.

As decisive as a balloon leaking air, the surging power in the body dissipated completely in an instant. The power that could destroy an entire dimension only existed for a short while before it transformed back into an E-level weakling.

There was an eerie silence all around.

The magic mirror and the Poseidon Scepter were in her left and right hands. They stared at each other for more than ten seconds. The magic mirror suddenly shouted exaggeratedly: "Oh my God, Queen, you have a nosebleed. How did those damn maids take care of you? It's because I'm late!"

Jiang Ji: ...

From the tone of her voice, someone who didn't know would have thought she had bled to death.

She ignored the magic mirror's hospitality and ran into Ajin and the old demon outside the palace.

When seeing Jiang Ji, A Jin thought of the scream just now. She appeared intact, even with a scepter of Poseidon in her hand. The palace behind her was swallowed up by darkness, making the calm and fair face in front of him look even more strange and terrifying.

"Hello, sister." Ah Jin suddenly became nervous and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, sister."

Jiang Ji: “?”

Jiang Ji: "Are you sick?"

Hearing the familiar and wicked tone, Ajin breathed a sigh of relief, walked up and said with concern and excitement, "You're back, I thought it was still..." He swallowed the rest of the words whole and almost bit his tongue.

"Take it!" Jiang Ji threw the scepter to him, "This thing is very heavy."

Ah Jin took it and felt that the curvature was not right. He looked down and said, "Why is this scepter bent?"

"Is there? Maybe it just hit something. These things are just for show but not for use."

“…”

His reputation was destroyed for no apparent reason, and Poseidon's Scepter dared not raise any objection.

A series of somewhat hurried footsteps were heard. Jiang Ji subconsciously looked over and saw a tall figure appear at the end of the corridor. He was dressed in black and had a pale face. Jiang Ji noticed his arm at a glance. The wound was not shallow and blood was dripping all the way.

Ying Huai looked unhappy. He looked in front of the girl in a long skirt, whose body was slightly open. His eyebrows twitched in an unidentifiable way. He took out a handful of odds and ends from his pocket, found a white handkerchief and threw it to her, and took back the remaining lighter and cigarette box.

Jiang Ji looked at him strangely.

He lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then walked over without saying anything more.

Ying Huai had already turned to Ah Jin, "What happened just now?"

"We saw the little mermaid in the bedroom just now. She waved the scepter of Poseidon, and the old demon and I flew out. Only Jiang Ji was inside. I don't know what happened afterwards." Ajin said honestly.

Ying Huai lowered his eyes in thought, felt a slight sting in his arm, and lowered his head slightly: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Ji folded the handkerchief into a tofu block and was cleaning the wound on his arm. The bright red blood flowed down his forearm to his wrist with blue veins, and then flowed through his cold fingertips. It inexplicably had a bit of battle-damaged smell. Jiang Ji looked up blankly: "Didn't you ask me to help you wipe it?"

“……”Is this what he meant?

Ying Huai helped her block the sight of others without leaving any trace.

He coughed, lowered his voice, and said concisely, "Collar."

"Oh." There was a rustling sound from the back, "Okay."

I saw that the white handkerchief stained with his blood was used by the girl to pad the torn part of her clothes. The handkerchief was not as white as her skin, and the deep red blood reflected on her cold jade-like skin, just like a red plum blossom in the snow.

Ying Huai's eyes were burned and he quickly looked away.

"I don't know what happened," Jiang Ji said, "I was contaminated and passed out. When I woke up, there was no one in the bedroom. The Sea God's Scepter was next to me, so I took it and came out to find you."

Ajin is so jealous.

Being able to obtain the magic mirror and the Poseidon's scepter in succession in ghost stories, this luck can no longer be described as koi.

Damn it! Is this the joy of having a sister?

My sister is truly my eternal safe haven!

The ending of the story has been updated.

[…With the help of a stranger, the little mermaid successfully entered the heavily guarded palace. The prince finally realized that it was not the princess of a neighboring country who saved him that day, but the little mermaid… But what does it matter? Snow White is beautiful and rich, and has inherited an entire kingdom, while the little mermaid is just an orphan who can’t speak and can’t help him at all.

He rejected the Little Mermaid and chose to continue marrying the Snow Queen, but his choice also angered the Little Mermaid who had come ashore for him. The Little Mermaid took the scepter of Poseidon to take revenge on him, but was backfired by the scepter and turned into foam.

In order to protect his beloved Snow White, the prince was seriously injured and died. Snow White was deeply moved and fell in love with the prince. In the following years, she enjoyed a vast territory and boundless loneliness. It was really a sad and beautiful love story.

Grandma Rosa slowly closed the book and said kindly to the little girl, "You should go to bed, child."

-End-】

Being addressed as "passerby", "Fairy Tale Book" obviously annoyed them.

Although it has nothing to do with the real situation, isn't it a perfect ending?

Jiang Ji was very satisfied with his happy ending, but suddenly thought of something more important, "The prince is dead, what about the wedding the day after tomorrow?"

Since the wedding has not taken place yet, she cannot be considered hers. When a prince of a country dies, his body and coffin must be sent back to his homeland.

The body is definitely nowhere to be found now, and it would be difficult to explain to her cheap husband if the wedding turned into a funeral.

The wedding must go on as usual, and she couldn't help but have a bold idea. She first looked at Ying Huai who was a little sleepy. She felt a little guilty under the chilly black eyes, and her wandering gaze fell on Xiao Jimao.

"Jin." The soft voice whispered like a devil, "Let's be a wedding partner."