Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1863 - 1864: Nine-Headed Hydra

This Ice Goddess and Yang Fei's relationship doesn't quite seem like lovers, but rather like comrades or confidants.

Su Yinxue heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, lifted her head, and saw Yang Fei at a glance.

Her thin lips curved into a faint smile: "Good morning, Yang Fei."

Her voice remained calm, yet Yang Fei could discern a hint of unusual concern in her eyes, warming his heart.

There wasn't much entanglent or tenderness between Yang Fei and Su Yinxue.

However, Su Yinxue was one of the few people Yang Fei trusted the most.

Yang Fei knew that if anything unforeseen happened, Su Yinxue would be the most dependable support behind him.

Yang Fei walked up to Su Yinxue and carefully scrutinized her face.

Su Yinxue looked at him calmly, neither avoiding his gaze nor showing any sign of shyness.

After a while, Yang Fei gently sighed and reached out to caress her cheek.

"Yinxue, you've lost a lot of weight recently."

Su Yinxue sighed.

"There's nothing I can do; the schedule at Dianjiang Pier is too tight. I've been inspecting on the front line and my body can't take it."

As she said this, she massaged her temple with her fingers and gave Yang Fei a reassuring smile.

"But it's fine, I'll be all right after a couple of days' rest."

Yang Fei thought about the Longevity Fruit, four of which he had already given one to Lin Xueyi.

The remaining three, Yang Fei decided to give to Su Yinxue, Chen Ke, and Mi Xuan.

These three won hadn't practiced Martial Arts and were physically weak.

The rich vitality in the Longevity Fruit could greatly enhance their physical constitution and extend their lives by a century.

It's not that Yang Fei was being partial.

The other girls were all practicing martial arts; their Essence Qi was abundant, and once they made a breakthrough, their lifespans would naturally be greatly extended.

Only these three won needed a massive amount of vitality, they needed the Longevity Fruit.

Thinking this, Yang Fei tapped the table.

"Yinxue, co to my room tonight. I have sothing to discuss with you."

Upon hearing this, Su Yinxue's icy face flushed slightly.

Yang Fei's character was such that when he and Su Yinxue were alone together, he might have other ideas.

However, Su Yinxue did not refuse Yang Fei.

She softly agreed, stood up, and bid farewell to Yang Fei.

"I have a eting back at the company, so I'll leave first."

Yang Fei watched as Su Yinxue left the villa, let out a long sigh, and muttered to himself.

"Why does no one believe that I'm a pure-hearted man?"

In an abandoned section of Red Leaf Villa, within a secret basent, the lighting was dim.

In the dim light, a god statue more than human height was enshrined on a pedestal.

In front of the pedestal was a row of thirteen white candles.

In the secret basent, a subtle airflow was forming a breeze through the ventilation duct, causing the candle flas to flicker.

Under the flickering candlelight, the god statue appeared graceful and beautiful, with curly hair and an aura of mysterious antiquity.

However, upon closer inspection, it beca apparent.

The hair of the statue was ford by countless small snakes twisted together, each strand a tiny serpent.

At this mont, in front of the statue, a woman in a black dress was kneeling in worship.

The woman wore a black veil, concealing her face's contours, but her eyes were as clear as water, undisturbed.

If Yang Fei were here, he would recognize that this woman was Situ Jing, whom he had seen before.

Situ Jing was holding incenses of five different colors in her hand.

Her eyes were filled with devotion as she murmured prayers.

"O almighty Doomsday Goddess, I beseech your arrival."

"Your domain needs expansion, it has been too long since you've tasted the sweet blood, I know you need too, don't you?"

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with a sinister intention.

"My soul is already filthy enough; it must taste delicious to you, I need you, I need you..."

She continued, her prayer devolving into a series of unintelligible murmurs, resembling so kind of incantation.

As she spoke, she cut her finger and sared her blood onto the statue's forehead, face, and chest...

After the wound on her finger healed, she cut it open again, causing even more blood to flow, while her face grew paler.

Eventually, her figure nearly collapsed, yet she persevered.

She kept struggling to cover the entire Doomsday Goddess with her blood.

However, even as Situ Jing beca excessively blood-deprived and dizzy, the Doomsday Goddess did not budge an inch.

Situ Jing finally stopped, gazing at the Doomsday Goddess with an expression full of malevolent intent.

"The tarot cards have determined that you are the only deity I can believe in, have you too forsaken ?"

At this point, Situ Jing's eyes turned mad.

"Why did Zeus abandon , the Queen Mother ignore my prayers, and you, my Guardian God, disregard ?"

As she spoke, she suddenly tore off the veil covering her face, revealing a delicate yet haggard face, with a somber expression and twisted features.

This person was none other than the long-unseen Chen Xingzhu!

Chen Xingzhu's face was filled with a devilish hatred.

"He is the darling of the heavens, the True Martial King's direct disciple, he killed my father, my husband, I hate him."

"Every confrontation, I lose miserably, every plot fails completely, yet he keeps overcoming and he's even obtained the Will of the World!"

"I hate him, it is he who made realize how unfair the heavens are to everyone."

"I envy him. He has no interest in becoming the Lord of the World, while these things are all I ever dread of."

"However, I love him so much, a person like him won't appear in five hundred years, nor five hundred years after."

As she spoke, Chen Xingzhu's face beca completely twisted, hysterical laughter spilling forth.

"If this person must perish, let him die at my hands."

"I beg you, I'm willing to offer this world as a sacrifice to implore your power."

After finishing her words, Chen Xingzhu suddenly struck her chest with the back of her hand.

Blood spurted out from her mouth like an arrow, all splattering onto the statue.

The statue, stained with blood, appeared even more terrifying.

Chen Xingzhu was gravely injured; everything before her was spinning, yet she remained fixated on the statue.

At that mont, a black glow suddenly appeared in the statue's eyes, blooming like a flower.

Amidst the flickering black light, a snaking serpent-like luminescence erged from the goddess's left eye and settled on Chen Xingzhu's left arm.

Chen Xingzhu's body quivered as if experiencing imnse agony.

She struggled to lift her head and looked at her own white arm, both astonished and delighted.

On her pale arm, there appeared a winding little snake.

The snake's appearance was extrely peculiar; it had nine heads and looked very fierce.