Xia Yunchen was truly terrified.
The gruesome and horrifying appearance of the female puppet would be the shadow of his remaining life.
A Yin marriage?
He'd rather die than submit!
Xia Yunchen's willingness to please seemed to have pleased Qin Ruan.
She placed her forefinger and thumb on her chin, gently rubbing it, a thoughtful look on her delicate face.
After a while, she spoke, "There might be another way."
These words were like a tranquilizer for Xia Yunchen.
Just as his pale face was about to sigh with relief, he heard the female puppet laughing maniacally.
The female puppet stared at Qin Ruan mockingly, "Useless! The Peach Blossom Curse bound by the secret technique can only be undone by my will, even if you were the Heavenly Master, what can you do to me?"
What if Qin Ruan had her own strange powers?
Even if her soul was scattered, she would resist at the cost of mutual destruction; no one could do anything about it.
