Luo Hou was silent.
His hands clenched tightly.
Sharp nails pierced the skin, blood flowing between his fingers, dripping to the ground, splattering into blood flowers.
Revenge!
The Qin Dynasty!
Devour the mentor's heart!
Various god thoughts intertwined, making Luo Hou's expression twisted.
If there was anything in this world that could disrupt his god thoughts and career, it was the Qin Dynasty.
His three lifetimes.
In the first life, suppressed by Hongjun, a narrow escape from death.
In the second life, oppressed by the Qin Dynasty, dangers lurked everywhere.
In the third life, still suppressed by the Qin Dynasty, even as the Saint Heir of the Dark Sanctuary, he could not break free from the shackles.
"Master, I am willing to devour..."
Luo Hou took a deep breath, finally making up his mind, ready to devour the magic heart, but when he raised his head, he found that the Dark God Master was already lifeless.
Like a statue, standing still!
"Farewell, Master!"
