At the sound of the voice, Genvieve's pupils constricted, and she turned her head stiffly.
Su Ye, clad in a magnificent black robe, was watching her with a relaxed, leisurely expression.
"What are you so happy about? Why don't you tell me?"
Su Ye said with a smile.
To Genvieve, however, that smile was as terrifying as a demon's!
It was as if she were standing naked in the winter wilderness as a basin of ice water was dumped over her head.
An icy chill gripped Genvieve's heart.
"No... Your Highness, the Divine Son, please let me explain..."
Her face pale, Genvieve tried to say something.
But she never got the chance to explain.
HUMMM.
Faint, blood-red flames ignited upon her body.
They weren't fatal.
But they brought a pain that was utterly excruciating.
'After all, these blood flames could now burn even the soul...'
An uncontrollable, agonizing pain surged through Genvieve's entire body.
Her expression twisted in terror.
