After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Murong Ling'er's fierce grab made the Golden Eagle King, who was already unable to control himself due to the hurricane, fall into a complete rage. In the howling wind, the Golden Eagle King flapped his wings desperately, and the sand and stones raised by his wings were like a small sandstorm, covering the sky and the earth.

This little wind was just a breeze to Murong Ling'er, not worth mentioning. Seeing the huge wings of the Golden Eagle King flapping towards her with a thousand pounds of force, Murong Ling'er lightly tapped her toes and flashed several feet away like a ghost, easily avoiding the attack range.

The Golden Eagle King was as fast as lightning, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Murong Ling'er. Wherever she moved, the Golden Eagle King followed her like a shadow. If he couldn't reach her, he would use his sharp beak as a blade and stab her straight ahead.

But Murong Ling'er seemed to have predicted its movements, and every time she could cleverly move sideways at the critical moment, allowing the sharp beak to just miss her.

The Golden Eagle King, the overlord of the sky, had never suffered such a setback. A tiny human being became an existence that it could not defeat. It was furious, its eyes were red, and it decided to use its ultimate move.

It first released the prey in its claws. Huo Shuixian let out a shrill scream in an instant and subconsciously hugged the Golden Eagle King's legs tightly with both hands. The sharp claws pierced deeply into her arms and blood gushed out. But she was overwhelmed by fear and did not dare to relax at all. Her whole body swayed in the air like a shaky leaf.

The Golden Eagle King gathered all his strength, stretched his wings taut, and like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, he pecked at Murong Ling'er at an incredible speed, accompanied by the sound of the whistling wind. This speed was several times faster than before, but in Murong Ling'er's eyes, it was still full of flaws.

The corners of her mouth rose, outlining a confident arc. Just when the sharp beak was about to touch her, Murong Ling'er's body was as fast as lightning, and she moved under the Golden Eagle King in an instant. She acted as fast as lightning, grabbed Huo Shuixian's clothes and rescued her. Then she took advantage of the situation to grasp the Golden Eagle King's slender calf, and with the force of rotation, swung the Golden Eagle King in the air, and then threw him out suddenly.

Huo Shuixian was already frightened out of her wits and could only watch it all. It was not until Murong Linger rescued her that she collapsed like a deflated ball and her consciousness fell into darkness.

The Golden Eagle King was also stunned by this sudden change and flew away in a panic.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone, Huo Shuixian slowly woke up.

"Ahhh..." The horrific scene from last night flooded into her mind like a tide, and she screamed in shock.

"What happened?"

"What happened?" The people around were awakened and gathered around to ask what happened.

This sharp and piercing scream, enough to penetrate the soul, was like a sharp lightning, instantly breaking the silence and startling everyone awake from their sleep.

Chifeng jumped up from the ground like a lit firecracker and shot towards the source of the scream like an arrow. When his eyes fell on Huo Shuixian, who looked as miserable as if she had just returned from hell, he seemed to be under a spell and stood there like a wooden chicken, his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.

"Second sister!"

"Narcissus!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Huo Zihao and Huo Jianjie looked up almost at the same time. In an instant, their faces turned pale as paper and they cried out in unison. Their voices were filled with fear and disbelief, as if they had seen the most horrifying scene in the world.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Huo Shuixian. Her hair, which used to be smooth and neat, like a waterfall, now looked like wild grass ravaged by a strong wind, scattered wantonly on her shoulders, with each strand standing up in a disorderly manner.

The clothes on her body were originally exquisite and gorgeous, but now they had turned into pieces of rags, hanging on her body in tatters and stained with blood. Her face was even more horrible. There were deep and shallow scratches crisscrossing her face, neck, and arms, as if they had been ruthlessly torn apart by the devil's claws.

The whole person was like a walking corpse without a soul, just shaking constantly and making creepy screams.

"Narcissus, what happened to you? Tell Daddy!"

Huo Jianjie rushed forward, holding Huo Shuixian, who was still screaming wildly with her eyes closed, tightly with his hands like iron clamps. His face turned red with anxiety, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were full of worry and fear.

Perhaps Huo Jianjie's voice was like a key that finally opened the tightly closed door of Huo Shuixian's fearful heart. She slowly opened her eyes, which were full of fear and despair, like two bottomless black holes, and tears instantly gushed out like a flood.

Then, like a frightened deer, she threw herself into Huo Jianjie's arms, curled up into a ball, and trembled violently, like a poor person shivering in the snow.

Her teeth chattered, making a "cluck" sound, and she trembled as she said, "It's her, that bitch Murong Ling'er. Dad, she hurt me terribly!"

Huo Shuixian's hands grabbed Huo Jianjie's clothes tightly like vines, with such great force that it seemed as if she wanted to tear the clothes into pieces. Her body trembled more and more violently, and every muscle was twitching constantly, as if an invisible force was stirring her body wantonly.

The horrific experience of last night was like a ferocious beast, roaring in her mind again and gnawing at her sanity. The feeling of weightlessness with her body hanging in the air, her life hanging by a thread, and the despair and fear when she was tightly grasped by the cold claws of the Golden Eagle King, like a devil's curse, were deeply imprinted in the depths of her soul, and now surged like a tide, completely drowning her.

At this moment, she had lost even the courage to secretly glance at Murong Ling'er. Last night, Murong Ling'er was like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, emitting a chilling aura, and her every move carried the power to destroy everything.

"Ling'er?"

When Huo Jianjie heard the name, his brows instantly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川". His heart was filled with doubts and confusion. He subconsciously turned his head slowly and looked at Murong Ling'er in the corner with a sharp gaze.

I saw Murong Ling'er rubbing her sleepy eyes, looking as if she had just been forcibly awakened from her sleep and was at a loss. There was still a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she was completely unaware of what was happening before her eyes.

"What the hell does this happen?"

Huo Jianjie felt that his mind was a mess, with countless questions entangled in his mind, making him confused and unable to make sense of anything.

Huo Shuixian was so frightened that her mind was overwhelmed. Her thoughts were as chaotic as a messed-up chess game. The only thing she kept repeating over and over again was this: "Murong Ling'er hurt me. She's a demon. She hurt me. Dad, she really hurt me."

Deng, who had just woken up from her sleep, raised her eyelids slightly after hearing Huo Shuixian's crying, and cast a faint glance at Murong Ling'er who was not yet fully awake.

There was a subtle hint of meaning hidden in her eyes, and then she pretended to be casual and whispered, "Second Miss, you look like this, is this a nightmare?"

When Huo Jianjie heard this, his expression froze for a moment, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

nightmare?

But this body covered in scars and in such a messy state, could it be caused by a nightmare? He cast his gaze on Murong Ling'er again, his eyes more scrutinizing and probing, his mind working rapidly, pondering various possibilities.

After a moment, he nodded slowly, but the nod seemed hesitant and reluctant, and it was obvious that he did not completely believe what Deng said.