NovelStartChapter 1258 What a Wretched Thing The King of Transformation had just finished settling matters in the underworld when he saw the King of Styx running frantically t oward him.
The King of Styx grabbed his arm as his entire body shook.
“What happened?” The King of Transformation asked curiously.
“She broke... | patted her, and she broke!” The King of Styx said with a trembling voice.
What broke? Did you break a plate or something? “I broke Little Hades! She’s gone! Ahhh! Emperor Prosper won't forgive me!” The King of Transformation was speechless.
The underworld is peaceful. The Order hasn’t crumbled. Little Hades must still be safe.
Before he could ask any other questions, he watched The King of Styx run toward the Fifth. Palace while flailing his arms and screaming madly.
The King of Transformation quickly followed behind him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was not a gossip, but he was also concerned about what happened to Little Hades.
Over at the Fifth Palace, Jean poked her head at the window and asked, “Hey, are you still okay? Is it over yet?” Blake, who was practicing calligraphy, said nothing.
A few seconds later, he said without turning his head around, “Have you ever wondered why the medicine had such a drastic effe ct on us back then?” “I don’t know! Did something happen back then?” Jean said.
She was beginning to be curious about the events that happened in the Blake put his pen down and looked at Jean curiously.
past.
This life was very much different than their previous ones. In their previous lives, they existed together as mortal bodies. This tim e, they were spirits.
“Something must have happened, Blake looked at him. “You know, like what usually happens in romance s you read.” | 13 Jean's curiosity was instantly piqued. “Oh? How many days was | stuck in bed?” Considering all things, you were the aggressor! Blake thought.
However, it also showed that Jean was not interested in anything else. At the moment, Jean probably thought Blake to be a perv ert and a coward.
Blake picked up his pen again to practice calligraphy. It helped to calm his mind.
“Days? More like half a year,” he said.
“What?” Jean exclaimed.
Was it so amazing? No wonder it's called the Passionate Ointment! “Are the side effects so crazy? Why would anyone use it as an ointment for external injuries? Who invented that?” she asked dou btfully.
Blake paused temporarily. “Your daughter.” “I see... | guess she’s pretty amazing,” Jean said..
There was no way around the side effects of the ointment. Fortunately, unlike what usually happened in romance s, the ointment was not like a roofie that would cause one to lose control of themselves.
However, the side effects were long-lasting and would attract inner demons.
Jean rested her elbows on the windowsill and propped her head up. “What should we do then? We can't just leave it as it is. It'll be bad for your health. Maybe | should find a couple of beautiful women for you?” Blake could feel his blood pressure rising. “Jean Crawford!” Jean immediately straightened her back. “Eh, | was only joking!” Blake put his pen down and took a deep breath. In less than a second, he appeared next to the window.
It was teleportation, just like how Lilly did it.
Jean was shocked. Am | the only one who doesn’t know how to teleport? She wanted to skedaddle, but Blake had already grabbed her by the arm.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlake said sternly. “You should stay away from the Harem spirits’ Not everything can be a joke! 23 “Yeah, yeah... Jean said sheepishly.
She pouted and rubbed her nose. “I'm really worried about you though...” If she could not ask the question directly, she could only beat around the bush to get to the truth.
Blake rapped her forehead, which caused her to clutch her head and scream, “Ow! It hurts!” “You're a spirit. Spirits can't feel pain,” Blake said.
“But you're Emperor Prosper!” Jean said.
Blake could not help but grin. “So? | didn’t use any of my powers.” Jean wanted to say something, but she was suddenly at a loss for words.
The man in front of her seemed different than before. He seemed seasoned and dependable, as though he had lived through eon Blake raised his eyebrows. “What's wrong? Did | break something in your skull?” | don't think | used any strength just now... or did /? Blake patted Jean’s head to check if something was wrong. The gesture seemed so natural.
“You seem fine...” he mumbled.
Jean looked away and said sheepishly, “It's nothing. | was smitten by how handsome you are.” H He gazed at Jean with a smile. Suddenly, he realized that it was the first time in this life that he had chatted so intimately with her.
Suddenly, something plump dashed into the scene while screaming. “She broke! | accidentally broke Little Hades! | didn’t mean tc The King of Styx hugged Blake's thigh.
What the...? Can | kick this guy away?
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