Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi's figure appeared in the center of the hall at some point, her long black skirt dragging on the ground. Wherever the skirt swept past, the burning blue flames were instantly extinguished, leaving only wisps of black smoke.

Her eyes swept across the room, finally landing on the woman who was crawling at the edge of her skirt.

The succubus had lost her previous charm at this moment, the blood color on her face had drained away, and her eyes were filled with fanatical admiration as she looked at Quan Jiuxi.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the hem of Quan Jiuxi's skirt, but she didn't dare. In the end, she could only put her lips on Quan Jiuxi's fingertips and kissed him devoutly.

The kiss was filled with humble submission, but Quan Jiuxi just raised his hand slightly, signaling her to leave.

The succubus was as if pardoned. She crawled back to the corner, curled up her body, and dared not look anymore.

"Get up."

Quan Jiuxi's voice was still calm, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

She flashed and sat upright on the throne. The throne was carved from a single block of obsidian and inlaid with rubies, emitting an eerie red light in the dim light.

Yu Luo led everyone to half-kneel on the ground, his blood-red eye fixed on the figure on the throne.

She stood before the obsidian throne of the Nether Palace, her entire body seemingly enveloped in a flowing, dark halo.

She was wearing a long black dress that dragged on the ground. The skirt was not made of ordinary fabric, but the red gold silk thread embroidered on the edge was scorching hot. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the pattern tempered by the Phoenix Spirit Fire.

The collision of black and gold drew a sharp edge in the darkness, carrying the eerieness of the dead zone and the blazing heat of burning everything.

The neckline was a neat deep V, revealing her cold, jade-white neckline. An ink-black bone pendant hung in the center of her collarbone, swaying slightly with her breathing.

Her long hair was untied, and the inky black hair was casually draped behind her shoulders, but the ends of her hair were entangled with a few strands of dark red soul silk.

Her appearance was so stunning that even heaven and earth would pale in comparison. Her eyebrows were as sharp as a knife, the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, her pupils were pure black, her nose was high, and her lips were clearly defined.

The color of her lips was an almost eerie dark red, as if stained with blood that would never dry, but they were pursed into a cold, hard straight line, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

"Information about the old guy summoned by the Spirit Heaven Realm."

Quan Jiuxi's gaze fell on Old Turtle, and his fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne. Every tap shook the hearts of the people in the hall.

Turtle was stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashed in his cloudy eyes: "What does the information mean?"

Quan Jiuxi: “…”

She almost forgot that these old ghosts who had lived for too long knew nothing about the new words in the human world.

"Who are they?" She changed her words, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

Yu Luo raised his head, complex emotions surging in his blood-red eyes.

"Reporting to the Lord," Turtle Old's voice was filled with suppressed excitement.

"The three ancestors summoned by the Spiritual Heaven Realm are the guardians of ancient times. The Xuanshui Ancestor controls all waters and can freeze everything;

The Fierce Wind Patriarch controls the mighty winds of heaven and earth, capable of splitting space apart;

There is also a Deadwood Ancestor, who is the most bizarre, and can feed on living creatures to strengthen himself..."

Before he could finish his words, Quan Jiuxi stood up from the throne, her long black skirt spreading out behind her like a dark butterfly about to spread its wings.

Suddenly, thunderous cheers were heard outside the palace. It was the people of the underworld celebrating the return of their king.

Quan Jiuxi walked to the door of the hall and looked at the rolling black fog and phosphorescent lights in the distance. A cold murderous intent flashed in his dark pupils.

"Spiritual Heaven Realm," she said softly, but her voice spread throughout the Netherworld, "You owe me, and you must pay me back."

The moment the words fell, the entire Netherworld began to shake, and the sleeping beasts woke up from the abyss, emitting a deafening roar;

The ghost soldiers at the border lined up in neat rows, and the sound of bone blades colliding resounded through the sky.

Their Lord of the Underworld has finally returned.

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