บท 268: Long Ming Plays The Final Card

White robe fluttered like gentle wings, with red dots on them were like the beautiful eyes of the crane, gazing at the old hag. A jade flute appeared in her hand as she spun it skillfully.

" Hah, look at you. It pleases me so much to see you like this, Old bitch Li. Bai He giggled as she looked at Li Ruolang.

" Yo-You! You must be burning your true blood! Yes, That has to be!"

" Aw, Someone is jealous seeing their rival young and beautiful, huh?"

Suddenly, placing the flute on her lips, Bai He started to gently play it. Suddenly, A gentle wave of wind from south blew, carrying the fragrance of myriads of fresh flowers.

The field bloomed as the weather turned sunny. Giant tendrils of green vine adorned with flowers erupted from the ground, shooting towards Li Ruolang like monstrous arms.

The green vines were as thick as large buildings, covering the earth and sky with their power. Li Ruolang raged as she took out a pair of withered human arms.