C222 (1/2)

At this moment, Xiang Xue'er, who was in a coma, finally returned to her body. All of the organs in her body started to become abnormal, as if all the cells in her body were accumulating a powerful force that was going to flow through her tiny body. His body continuously rampaged about.

How painful, Xiang Xue'er thought as she reached out to touch her chest. Just what is going on with this power? This heart seemed to be about to explode. The witch's soul was forcefully pulled out by the Founder and she stood to the side in her original form. Strangely, the witch's face was expressionless as she stared straight ahead with lifeless red eyes, as if her soul had not returned.

”Hmm? ”What's going on?” The Ancestor turned his head and stared at the witch for a while, then shook his head and said, ”That's not right. I had clearly extracted her soul, so why did I become so stupid?”

He frowned as he looked at the unconscious Xiang Xue'er lying on the ground. He saw her slowly stand up with her head lowered and her fists clenched. A black magic power gradually began to surround her.

The first ancestor was shocked. Wha-what was going on? Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the black figure on Xiang Xue'er's body. His magic power continued to rise, forming an extremely powerful stream that soared into the sky.

Ah!” Xiang Xue'er raised her head and shouted. She released all the power in her body. With a loud rumble, her feet left the ground and shot into the sky.

At this moment, Duck was shaking the pot in his hands. Suddenly, the pot began to shake, and Duck shouted excitedly, ”It's moving, the pot's moving again!”

When the few of them heard it, they quickly surrounded it. Looking carefully, they saw that the pot was trembling more violently than before. Lian Chengxue swallowed his saliva: ”What's going on? It's like he's having a stroke. ”

Ling Zhu frowned for a long time, and could not help but reach out to touch the opening of the teapot, but before anyone could prepare, there was a loud noise. A black smoke was ejected from the mouth of the teapot, followed by a furious roar, and a black shadow flew out from the teapot.

”Wow!” A few of them. With a loud cry, the duck farted. They sat down on the ground, and when they turned to look at the black figure flying away, they saw that Xiang Xue'er had already forced her way out of the pot and was panting heavily as she knelt down on one knee.

”Xue'er!” ”Ahhh!” Lian Xue cried out in shock. In an instant, everyone became excited; they never thought that Xiang Xue'er, without the help of anyone, would be able to get away from the pot. It was too good to be out.

Li Yun walked over and squatted down. Looking at Xiang Xue'er, whose eyes were tightly shut, as if she was not completely awake yet, she asked, ”Hey, stupid girl, are you okay?”

A familiar voice resounded in her ears. She stood up and slowly opened her eyes. In an instant, everyone's expression froze, and they all stared blankly with widened eyes.

Xiang Xue'er looked around at the scenery. It was the inn, and she had finally returned. A huge stone had been lifted from her heart, but the strange looks from her friends immediately puzzled her. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

”What's wrong? Have you seen a ghost? ” Xiang Xue'er frowned, looking at everyone's stupefied expressions. After a long while, Li Yun stared into her eyes and kept rubbing them. ”Die, damn girl, your eyes!”

My eyes? Xiang Xue'er turned her head to look at a bronze mirror on the table. She saw a pair of blood-red eyes beneath the curved brows of her willow leaves. She looked at the mirror before her in disbelief.

”No, it can't be? ”What's going on?” Xiang Xue'er's expression instantly darkened. Her red pupils rapidly contracted, becoming like a YAO devil. With a snap, she gently pinched the mirror, causing it to shatter into pieces.