Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"I'll release it, I'll release it right now, okay?!"

After a "mixed doubles" match, the bruised and battered Mirror Spirit shrank back into the mirror, looking utterly dejected.

He sobbed as he formed hand seals.

"A bunch of violent freaks... Waaaaah..."

As he moved, the originally gray surface of the Tongtian Mirror began to ripple.

"Zizzizi..."

Like an old TV with a bad signal, the picture flickered a few times before gradually becoming clear.

A chilling, bloody aura wafted through the mirror.

That is the ghost realm of the Extreme Plate Realm.

Once the image stabilized, everyone gasped, their hearts leaping into their throats.

In the Heavenly Mirror, a vast, hellish scene was revealed—the Ghost Beast Arena.

Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.

Countless severed limbs lay scattered on the black earth, and green will-o'-the-wisps burned on the corpses.

And in the center of the picture.

A figure in white, stained with blood, stood alone amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It's Yang Susu.

Her once spotless white dress had now turned dark red.

Her long hair was disheveled, and her body was covered in wounds, especially the three deep, bone-revealing scratches on her back, which were still oozing blood.

But she still stood ramrod straight.

He held the Holy Heaven Sword in his hand and stood on the head of a giant ghost beast that had just been slain.

The sheer tragedy and the sheer resolve brought tears to Hu Xiaoman's eyes as she looked out the mirror.

"Mother..."

Jun Yichen's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails piercing his palms, yet he felt no pain.

The camera zooms out.

The crowd saw two black cages hanging in mid-air.

In the cage on the left, Yang Rui was charred black and his body was still twitching slightly, clearly having just been tortured.

In the cage on the right, Little Yellow was curled up into a ball of yellow fur, shivering, its two big eyes filled with tears of despair.

"Fourth Senior Brother, Little Huang!"

Hu Xiaoman covered her mouth.

Just then, a strange yet childlike singing voice came through the Heavenly Mirror.

"Mother kills the ghosts, and feeds the bones to the big dog..."

"Little hands holding little hands, blood flowing everywhere..."

The camera pans up.

Everyone saw the little boy sitting on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chair—Gui Ya.

He was wearing a red bib, swinging his legs, shaking a rattle drum in his hand, and wearing an innocent yet extremely cruel smile on his face.

A-Ling pointed at Gui Ya in the picture, her face flushed with anger, and said through gritted teeth, "Bad kid!"

on the screen.

Guiya seemed very dissatisfied with Yang Susu's performance.

He threw down the bone in his hand, pointed at Yang Susu below, and shouted in a shrill voice, "Boring, too slow!"

"Release ten more Ghost Kings!"

"I want to see my beautiful mother bleed even more!"

"Rumble--"

At his command, the gates of the Demon Arena opened once more.

Ten even larger and more terrifying ghost kings roared and charged out.

The hearts of everyone outside the mirror sank.

Ten more Ghost Kings?

"No..." Jun Yichen lay face down on the mirror, wishing he could crawl inside and shield her from this calamity.

however.

Just when everyone thought Yang Susu would continue to fight desperately, or collapse from exhaustion.

Yang Susu in the video suddenly moved.

She slowly raised her head.

Those eyes, which were originally cold and full of murderous intent, were now calm as still water.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, through that all-seeing mirror, and met the eyes of the people watching from outside the mirror for a moment.

That moment.

Hu Xiaoman felt that her mother seemed to be smiling.

It was a reassuring laugh, a laugh that said, "Don't be afraid, I know what I'm doing."

Followed by.

Yang Susu reached out and gracefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

That splash of bright red on her pale lips gave her a breathtakingly alluring look.

"Zheng——"

She swung her hand back and retrieved the Holy Heaven Sword.

Then, she crossed her arms, tilted her head back, and looked at Guiya on the high platform.

A lazy and charming smile slowly curved the corners of her lips.

"Hey, kid."

Yang Susu's voice was clear and cold, yet it clearly resonated throughout the entire Ghost Beast Arena and even reached outside the Heavenly Mirror.

There was silence.

The ghost kings who were about to pounce were stunned and stopped in their tracks.

Guiya was also stunned, the rattle in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Didn't you want me to be your mother?"

Yang Susu tilted her head, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Since you've called her 'Mother,' how can you let her fight on an empty stomach?"

She stretched out a hand and beckoned to Guiya with her finger.

"Only when Mother is well-fed will she have the strength to pamper you."

Guiya blinked his large, dark blue eyes.

He clearly hadn't expected this "toy" to suddenly make a request.

The toys he used to play with either made him cry and beg for mercy or slashed wildly; no one ever dared to tell him he was hungry.

"hungry?"

Guiya tilted his head, seemingly pondering the meaning of the word.

"Hehehe... Interesting."

He suddenly laughed, and laughed even more heartily.

"My beautiful mother is hungry, so let's eat!"

"Someone come! Serve the food!"

Following his order.

The originally menacing and dangerous arena has suddenly changed its atmosphere.

Those demon kings who originally wanted to eat people have now become waiters.

They clumsily carried over a huge bone table and placed it in front of Yang Susu.

Immediately afterwards, plates of "delicacies" that emitted a thick black odor and were nauseating were served.

There's a still-beating heart, bubbling soup of eyeballs, and crispy fried human hand bones...

This is the "All-Ghost Feast" of the Ghost Realm.

The people outside the mirror almost threw up.

"vomit--"

Ah Yao covered her mouth, her face turning pale: "How can we eat this? This sister isn't really going to eat this stuff, is she?"

Hu Xiaoman nervously grabbed Hu Qingye's hand.

on the screen.

Yang Susu looked at the table full of "food" without any change in her expression.

She even gracefully pulled out a chair and sat down.

"that's it?"

She raised an eyebrow and used her chopsticks to pok at the plate of eyeballs with a look of disgust.

"It's not fresh at all."

Guiya floated down and hovered on the opposite side of the table, looking at her curiously.

"This is the baby's favorite snack."

"Doesn't Mother like it?"

Yang Susu chuckled softly.

"I don't like eating dead food."

She suddenly raised her head, her gaze locking onto a ghost king serving dishes in front of her.

"I like to eat...live."

The words have not yet fallen.

Yang Susu suddenly made a move.

Her hand instantly transformed into sharp claws, grabbing the ghost king's head.

"boom--!"

A terrifying suction force erupted from Yang Susu's palm.

The ghost king, who possessed the strength of the Tribulation Transcending stage, didn't even have time to let out a scream before his massive body instantly withered away.

After a few breaths.

The ghost king was completely reduced to ashes and vanished into the air.

Yang Susu clapped her hands, as if she had just gotten something dirty on them.