"Yulou is still young, I can rest assured that you will be here, and you will give it to her when Yulou grows up..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Chao coughed violently, and then coughed up the blood in his hand, Wu Chao didn't care about the blood on his hand, and he continued to say to the goddess: "The wishful knot on it was what I asked you for at the beginning... I wanted to cover the breath of this jade flute, but who expected that the breath of this jade flute became stronger and stronger, as if it had been awakened, and even the wishful knot could not be suppressed..."

After Wu Chao finished speaking, he fainted, and the goddess didn't need to step forward to probe his breath, he knew that Wu Chao's life was over. It's just that I pity the little girl on the bed, I can only blame you for being born at the wrong time~

"Sleep. The goddess stroked Wu Chao's eyes, and then stared at the jade flute in Wu Chao's hand with a faint gaze.

The goddess stretched out her hand to take it, but unexpectedly, the originally quiet jade flute suddenly emitted a strong light, knocking the goddess back five steps away, and the goddess spit out a mouthful of blood violently.

It's so strong! An ownerless magic weapon is so strong, is this really the difference in strength...

At this time, Wu Yulou also woke up, she saw her lifeless father lying on the ground, fell out of bed like crazy and hugged him, her hand trembled and stretched out to Wu Chao's nose, there was no breathing...

"No... This is impossible...!" Wu Yulou was compassionate, and a mouthful of blood spit on the jade flute in Wu Chao's hand. Wu Yulou's eyes were empty, so he sat and hugged Wu Chao, and his tears had already dried up.

Even this can't stop Wu Yulou's delicate face, even if he is only ten years old, it is enough to see that he is a beautiful embryo! The more she looks at Wu Yulou in front of her, the more she feels that she is a little similar to the woman in the painting, and the goddess guesses whether this is the child of the woman in the painting.

Thinking of this goddess, the more jealous she became, the person who made Lord Xuanwu miss day and night, thinking of this, the goddess was blinded by jealousy.

I saw that the hand of the goddess began to condense the yuan force, and the purple vortex increased little by little and gathered in the palm of the goddess's hand, and then looked at the face of the goddess, the face was hideous, and the eyes were murderous.

The goddess slammed the gathered Yuan Force on the head of the sleeping Wu Yulou, but Wu Yulou only had his father in his eyes, and he didn't care about the movement behind him.

But the jade flute clenched in Wu Chao's hand suddenly broke free from Wu Chao's hand, exuding an incomparably dazzling blue light, dissolving the purple vortex that was about to slap on Wu Yulou's head, and Wu Yulou, who had just woken up, suddenly fell asleep.

The jade flute floated in mid-air, and a phantom slowly floated out from the jade flute, the phantom was dressed in red, the muscles were like snow, the red lips were bright red like blood, and the black hair was like a waterfall, which was the woman in the painting that the goddess saw!

The phantom shadow seen with one's own eyes is far more amazing than in the painting, and the appearance is simply heavenly and human! The goddess cannot give birth to a trace of vain desire to compare! A phantom shadow alone exudes a strong royal atmosphere, and people can't help but want to surrender.

I saw that the phantom slowly opened her eyes, it was a pair of soul-stirring red eyes, those eyes exuded a trace of coldness, she stared coldly at the goddess, the goddess was stared at and shivered, and the eyes seemed to be grabbing her soul.

The goddess only felt that she was about to suffocate at the moment, her throat seemed to be choked, the goddess felt the pressure from the phantom, her face was purple and red, and she was about to suffocate to death, at this time, the phantom slowly closed her eyes and disappeared into the jade flute.

The goddess sat on her knees, panting for breath. She was really aware of the terrifying consequences of the disparity in strength at this moment! This kind of terrifying aura could only be felt when facing Lord Xuanwu, and the phantom just now was obviously stronger than Lord Xuanwu!