Wu Xia's expression changed drastically.
The Wang Zhiruo with whom romantic feelings had blossomed, the one for whom he had endured such pains to allow her to live on—by making her forget him.
The Wang Zhiruo with her bun-shaped sex, which could clench around him so comfortably, providing an intense experience.
Wu Xia hadn't expected Qin Jiusheng's soul to have run into Wang Zhiruo's body.
"Husband, don't panic, for now I can only temporarily seal their souls,"
Yaoji comforted, "This way that little fox can't harm Wang Zhiruo, nor can she escape."
"Heh heh!" Wu Xia let out two cold laughs, "So we'll just keep Wang Zhiruo in a coma like this?"
Yaoji pursed her lips awkwardly, "There are only two choices right now."
"First, kill Wang Zhiruo directly, so the little fox will be destroyed along with her."
