"Smack!"

Before Sang Jie's hind feet left the barracks, Seser gave Yin Xinmei a loud slap in the face, which made her eyes go straight to Venus, and before she could stand firmly, he slapped her again and completely knocked her to the ground.

She struggled to prop up her upper body, the corners of her mouth were bloody, and her face was frighteningly red and swollen.

Sether crouched beside him, grabbed her by the collar with one hand, and pulled her swollen face closer to himself, he opened his mouth slightly to close to her injured lip, the tip of his tongue looming like a letter, as if trying to lick the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Who do you think you are, dare to speak to me in such a tone?" Sether seemed to be a completely changed person, his black eyes flashing a strange red light, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in hot green flames, not long ago he was a conceited king, but now he looks like an evil fallen angel, "You are a lowly slave. I'm tolerant of you because I think you might have something I can use, but now it seems that you're not as good as a prostitute. ”

"Do you think your words will make me feel bad? You are naïve enough to surprise me, my pretty king," Yin Xinmei sneered at his lips, "prostitutes or bitches, do you think I don't know how you pretentious brutes bite and scream around me, like a bunch of breeders in heat?" ”

Sether's hand moved to her cheek, clinging to her cheeks like a vice, and she burst into tears in pain, but she gritted her teeth and kept from squeaking. It's unbelievable, she can't use any strength now······

"Don't shake that foolish prophecy of the twelve stars like a dead mouse in front of me," Hidden Eyebrow never knew that Sether's strength was so great, he choked her to the point of almost suffocating, "I don't believe it at all." I don't need any reason for you to die, you know?"

"Ahem, ahem, I know. I regret it a little now, though······ I should let you know one of the secrets of the Hidden Lotus······"

"Say, I'm really curious······"

"I am the legacy of the Hidden Lotus, the daughter of the King of Eternity, and I will be the queen of many nations, the judge of the messenger of God, and the world will tremble because of me······" The hidden eyebrows squeezed out the words from between the teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was about to be torn apart by the feeling of suffocation.

“······” Seser froze, and then let out a guttural voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and his iron pincer-like hand temporarily loosened, "You mean, I will marry you as a queen?"

"No, I mean," Hidden Eyebrow gasped, laboriously biting his ear, "whoever I am willing to marry will become the king of many kingdoms······

Sether erupted into a horrible burst of laughter, and Hidden Eyebrows collapsed motionless on the ground, watching him laugh like a mad maniac.

"So this is the prophecy you've received in the past, isn't it?" Sether sneered at her condescendingly, "which stupid temple priest helped you out?"

"I heard it with my own ears, and this voice made this promise with me. The hidden eyebrows were so calm that she seemed to be saying something that had nothing to do with her.

"That is," Sether glared at her in disbelief, "and you don't even know who said it, and you believe it?"

"I couldn't believe it before, but strangely, I believe it now. I really have to thank you both. ”

For a moment Sether seemed to be about to laugh again, but he was so agitated that he began to smash things, and let out blasphemous curses from his mouth, as if he could not control it at all, and could only listen to himself like a howling beast trapped in a cage.

Yin Xinmei had never seen the emperor so manic as he was now, and she suddenly felt a piercing chill.

In an instant, his madness stopped, and he pulled two thick rusty iron chains from under the command table and dragged them to her.

"I should have done this a long time ago, slave. ”

Sether's black eyes spewed red flames, his pupils were like two red-hot coals, he crouched down and bound her hands tightly with chains, the other tightly tied her left ankle to the table leg, his lips closed and skillful, his face dead white like a lifeless head.

Sether rode to her waist, grabbed her scales breastplate, and pulled hard with both hands, and the small hoops and scales were scattered all over the ground. His hands had been severed in many places, oozing blood, but his delicate black eyebrows were not raised or lowered at all, as if they were not his, and the hidden eyebrows were like a sheep bitten by a wolf's throat, and she tried to scream, but only the whimper of a dying man came out of her throat.

The last cover was torn away, and Sether's horrible expression changed, his hand resting on the creepy stamp. The flames were extinguished from his frenzied pupils, replaced by the hideous image, everything around him seemed to have left him, and the naked woman he was riding was gone. He walked alone in the midst of the bone-strewn fire, wailing and shouting, and countless withered arms scrambled to hold him to his feet, trying to engulf him in the eternal fire and immortal worms. His hands burned in the lava, gnawing at his flesh in pain, and the crisp, silver-bell-like, lifeless laughter came from under his crotch, and countless faces, unable to see his features, surrounded him, smiling softly at him······

"Do you want to continue?"

The woman's voice came from the air, as if an invisible giant hand had lifted him out of the fire and dumped him back in the barracks. Sether shuddered as he crouched on his hidden brow's neck until he struggled to lift himself and retracted his right hand in pain like torn flesh clinging to her stamp.

"You devil. He rolled on the ground, muffled and growled.