The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife C.1782: Selling Her Soul

However, the tall man didn’t even glance at her, as if he hadn’t heard her words at all. He just blankly stared at the portrait on the desk.

Nalan Feixue couldn’t see the portrait from her point of view, which made her curious.

Just then, she heard another woman’s voice saying, “Didn’t you mention you’ve been residing here for many years? Show us to your residence, Miss Hexi.”

Hexi? Nalan Hexi?!

Nalan Feixue gaped at them, and her body trembled slightly. It turns out that Nalan Yurong is pretending to be Hexi. Besides that, Nalan Hexi isn’t Nalan Zhengze’s biological daughter!

However, recalling Hexi’s cultivation and her true appearance revealed when she married Nangong Yu, Nalan Feixue already had some suspicions about it.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Nalan Hexi’s biological father showed up. It was a pity that Nalan Hexi died ten years ago.

Just like Nalan Yurong, when Nangong Yu was said to be marrying Xi Yue, Nalan Feixue guessed that Hexi and Xi Yue were the same person.

After Xie Yue showed some kindness before her mother’s passing, Nalan Feixue stopped resenting her, especially now that Xie Yue was dead. 𝖋𝔯𝔢𝔢𝖜𝖊𝖇𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖊𝔩.𝖈𝖔𝖒

However, she was taken aback when she realized that Nalan Yurong had planned to impersonate Nalan Hexi, seizing an opportunity to rise to the top.

Hmph, does she think I’ll let her have her way?

She’d immediately expose the true color of this despicable person and let her taste what it was like to plunge from heaven to hell!

Thinking of this, Nalan Feixue’s evil aura ran rampant in her body.

When she was about to jump off the tree, an icy chill came from behind her and pointed at her neck.

She felt a cold blade pressed against her neck, knowing that the slightest movement could tear her head from her body.

Then, Nalan Feixue heard a low, magnetic voice. It was such an alluring voice, but it sent a chill down the listener’s spine.

“Stay still, be obedient, or your head will roll.”

“You… who are you?” Nalan Feixue asked tremblingly.

“No need to concern yourself with who I am. Do you want Nalan Yurong to taste the misery of falling into hell? Do you want to become strong and torture everyone you don’t like to death? Then, follow me.”

“Where to?”

“Of course, we’re heading to the place your beloved sister is about to go… Feeling abandoned by her must have upset you, right? Well, come along then, I’ll make you grow stronger, and give you the power to slaughter all your enemies.”

“I… what’s the price I have to pay?” Nalan Feixue knew the person wouldn’t help her for free.

“Of course, it’s selling your soul to the Demon Venerable,” The voice chuckled softly. “From now on, you’ll be part of my realm, killing anyone and anything in your way, causing chaos, living life on your terms with ultimate freedom.”

Listening to this voice, Nalan Feixue’s soul seemed to be bewitched.

Scenes from the past kept appearing before her eyes. She was abandoned by her father and sister, tortured by Zhu Zhongba, insulted by beasts, and finally even her mother, the only one who loved her, left her.

Everything happened because she was weak.

Now, even that despicable Nalan Yurong was slipping through her fingers, living a lavish life. How could she possibly accept that?

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