The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 504 You owe me what you owe me, it's time to pay it back!
There was a faint red light floating in her palm.

"Yanqing, are you ready for everything?" In the dark corner, Jiang Chuyan asked in a low voice.

A moment later, a voice of nightmare came from the red light, "The soul lock array has been set up, as long as you can successfully use the soul bondage to bring back the soul of His Majesty, this time he will never be able to escape again." escaped."

At the end, Yanqing added, "Once he enters the soul-locking array this time, his power of soul will be destroyed and all will belong to you."

Hearing this, Jiang Chuyan's eyes flickered.

The ferocious beasts of the four wildernesses are already under her control. If she gains the power of Fu Yuan's soul again, wouldn't the entire six realms have to submit to her feet?

At that time, the first thing she did was to crush that bitch Wen Ku to death.

The second thing is to trample Yun Jing under his feet and humiliate him severely.

In the end, she wanted the entire Tiangong to regret it!

From now on, she will be the ruler of this world!
Her long hair fluttered in the wind, Jiang Chuyan shook hands and stared towards Fuyuan's room.

The next moment, she cut her wrist again, and blood flowed out.

The fresh blood turned into traces of blood mist in her hands, and quickly sank into the darkness.

Tonight... is the perfect time for her to trigger the soul bondage.

That bitch Wen Ku left Mount Jialuo a few days ago, but Fu Yuan didn't follow him.

Jiang Chuyan observed for several days, and finally made a move after confirming that there was no problem.

She was naturally very cautious, afraid that the meek and slut would see something tricky.

Fortunately... Fuyu's physical body, she used it very well.

……

Inside the house, Fu Yuan was sitting by the window.

There was only one candle lit in the room, and the candlelight swept across, casting a delicate silhouette on the window.

Fu Yuan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick and long.

There was a painting on the case table, and he was holding a pen in his hand. When he wrote it, what he drew was the eyes of a beauty.

The woman in the red dress in the painting is Wenku.

He has already drawn a lot of gentle and dry portraits, the kind that he can't wait to remember every frown and smile.

The window was open a crack, and the wind came in from outside, blowing the portrait slightly.

The dim candlelight flickered, seemingly extinguishing but not extinguishing.

Fu Yuan paused for a moment with the brush in his hand, and looked sideways.

In the courtyard is a field of bright red roses, swaying wantonly in the night wind.

At this moment, a hair-thin blood mist flew in from the window.

But in an instant, it invaded from between Fu Yuan's eyebrows.

Fu Yuan sat where he was, his figure seemed to become stiff in an instant.

"Swipe lala..." In an instant, more and more blood mist swept over.

Entering from between the eyebrows, it seemed to imprison every inch of flesh and blood in his body.

It was an invisible chain that bound his whole body in the blink of an eye.

He moved his fingers, as if he didn't listen.

In the dark golden eyes, the light sank to the bottom.

In the dark, Jiang Chuyan watched all this carefully.

The night is very quiet, only the howling wind.

At this moment, the wind blew the window even further open.

"Brush~" The candle was extinguished, bringing up a puff of white smoke.

There was no movement in the room for a long time, and from Jiang Chuyan's perspective, Fu Yuan could be seen still stiff on the spot.

She looked at it for a while, and finally took a step.

When he got outside the window, he called out, "Brother."

Fu Yuan didn't respond to her, and still maintained the original posture.

Jiang Chuyan squinted her eyes, turned and walked in from the window.

Sitting down opposite Fu Yuan, he pretended to ask, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

With such a close distance, she can naturally be sure that the soul binding has been completely aroused.

No matter how strong Fu Yuan is, he can't resist at this moment, and can only be at her mercy like a puppet.

"Brother, are you unable to move?" She finally smiled.

Stretching out his hand, nails pierced the back of Fu Yuan's hand, exerting great force.

Fu Yuan didn't even blink his eyes.

At this moment, even in those dark golden eyes, there is no light to be seen, and they are filled with holes.

That's right, the soul is bound by her, how can this body be controlled?

Seeing this, Jiang Chuyan was finally relieved.

She giggled a few times, and pinched the back of Fu Yuan's hand several times, turning the back of his hand blue and purple.

"Brother, you must not know what happened, do you?"

"For more than a month, as long as I have the opportunity, I will use my hands and feet on you. After all, hard work pays off, and you will not be able to break free from the soul bondage."

After saying that, Jiang Chuyan's expression suddenly changed again, cold and cruel, "That can only be blamed on you, that bitch who disregards blood and family ties, and only has Wenku in his heart and eyes, even if he doesn't even want his mother or sister." gone."

"As long as you still think about me, I won't make such a bad plan!"

"Fu Yuan, I have treated you kindly, but today, you asked for it all!"

Jiang Chuyan was very excited, and almost vented the resentment she had had for so long.

She stared at Fu Yuan fiercely, and slapped him straight up on his face, leaving five red finger marks.

"Fu Yuan, what you owe me, you should pay it back!"

At that time, Jiang Chuyan didn't notice that a Gu worm the size of a pinpoint had already crawled on her body, and went all the way down her sleeve.

……

Great wilderness.

There were bursts of flute sounds, and there was a bit of coldness in the strangeness.

The crows on the edge of the dangerous situation seemed to be afraid of something, and when the flute sounded, they flapped their wings and flew away.

In the mist, I could only see the beautiful man in purple, following the sound of the flute.

After passing through heavy fog, it finally stopped at a black mountain depression.

In the mountain depression, a huge formation has already been arranged.

It was painted in blood.

The white-haired Nightmare had been waiting for a long time. He held a bamboo flute in his hand, and the strange sound of the flute belonged to him.

When he saw Jiang Chuyan, he put down the bamboo flute and said, "You came late."

Jiang Chuyan put her arms around her chest and kicked Fu Yuan, "You think this unfilial son can be dealt with so easily?"

This kick went up, Fu Yuan didn't move for a moment, but her foot hurt from the kick.

Jiang Chuyan frowned, and continued, "When I come back this time, I will naturally remember you well. No, I specially brought you a small gift back."

After saying that, she saw her fingertips move, releasing a small thing from the spirit storage ring.

It's Emperor Xianfu.

The little girl was still in a semi-comatose state, and when she was slammed to the ground, her forehead was knocked out.

She opened her eyes in a daze, rubbed the big bump on her forehead, and looked around, her face full of bewilderment.

When he saw Fu Yuan for the last time, Xian Fu immediately struggled to crawl towards him.

Jiang Chuyan stepped on it, forcing Xianfu to the ground.

"Yanqing, this girl will be yours from now on, I think you will like it."

(End of this chapter)