I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 134 The Last Fig Leaf

Upon hearing this, Su Fengling also drew his sword, but the narrow corridor was not large enough for them to fight.

They fought their way onto the deck, and Yan Ruoyu hugged Zhong Liyueluo, her eyes filled with surprise.

"Princess, how do you know about this Xuan Gu Fan...?"

"I'm sorry, I just happened to be close to your fan."

She bent over backwards, and a black bone nail pierced Jiang Hua's calf.

The black talismans surrounding Jiang Hua flew towards each of them.

Yan Ruoyu grasped Zhongli Yueluo's hand and restored the fan to its original state.

The Xuan Bone Nail was also pulled out from Jiang Hua's leg and combined to form the shape of a fan.

With a gentle wave, he scattered the talismans.

He then pushed her aside and fought with Jiang Huadou.

Zhongli Yueluo glanced at Miao Qing: "You knew all along, what? Do you want to die!"

Miao Qing shook her head, trembling. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he?

She didn't have time to deal with him, thinking that she would settle accounts with him later after dealing with Jiang Hua in front of her.

Jiang Hua was powerful, but she couldn't withstand the combined attack of the group and was eventually knocked down by He Yuhuan with a single hammer blow.

He crashed heavily onto the deck, his face contorted in a grimace, making him even more repulsive with Gongshu Liang's face on top of him.

Zhongli Yueluo looked at him coldly: "Are you a painted-skin ghost? Where is Yin Yi!"

He let out a very sharp, cold laugh, his face as white as a mask.

They changed one image after another, until finally they got Zhongli Yueluo's face.

Zhongli Yueluo felt disgusted with herself for the first time. He Yuhuan was dumbfounded. How could she have two masters?

She reached out her hand, and Su Fengling handed her the binding sword.

"You're trying to sow discord among us? Why don't you at least try to be convincing? To be honest, you almost succeeded!"

The sword-wielding man gently patted his cheek, and he sneered, "Looking at your own face, you can't bring yourself to do it?"

"Hand over the Demon Petals, and where is Yin Yi?!" Her tone was icy cold, brooking no refusal.

Jiang Hua laughed loudly: "Go ahead and go find it if you dare, I absolutely won't tell you!"

Zhongli Yueluo turned back and glanced at Miaoqing again.

Miaoqing's wound hasn't healed yet; she'll probably have to cut herself again.

Has she become indifferent? With all these people around, is she sure she wants to use that move?

"Miaoqing!"

"I know, I know!"

With a pained expression, he even prepared a dagger himself and squatted down next to Jiang Hua.

"He's a sensible guy," Miao Qing sighed softly as she spoke to Jiang Hua.

"I already told you, she's not someone to mess with, why are you still trying to provoke her?"

As he spoke, the dagger had already cut his palm, and the blood slowly dripped into Jiang Hua's mouth.

The others had no idea what this was all about.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't want to stop them, after all, one day they would know her true colors.

He slowly reached out, his eyes revealing a sinister look, and held the blood flute to his lips.

A very strange sound rang in their ears.

Miao Qing would still subconsciously cover his ears, fearing that Zhongli Yueluo would scheme against him as well.

The others didn't react when they heard the voice.

Just look at Jiang Hua, and suddenly her limbs twitched in a strange, twisting way, making a cracking sound.

Then, his hands became very stiff, and he grabbed his own neck.

I felt like I was being strangled to death; my eyeballs bulged out and my face turned blue and purple.

Didn't I hear that Zhongli Yueluo likes Gongshu Liang? She immediately switched to Gongshu Liang's face.

Doing this would undoubtedly push her to the brink of despair. She had been hesitant for a moment, but upon seeing Gongshu Liang's face, she changed her tune and her voice became sharp.

Jiang Hua fumbled for a dagger beside her and stabbed herself repeatedly.

He was stabbed several times, but none of the stabs were fatal; blood slowly oozed from his body.

He screamed in pain, yet he couldn't control his movements.

At this point, the Su brothers and Yan Ruoyu had a different opinion about Zhongli Yueluo.

"Jiang Hua, I advise you to tell me quickly, or you'll suffer a fate worse than death."

Miaoqing covered her hand and tried to persuade her.

"I...ah! I...I just...won't say 'uh'!" His words were already broken and intermittent.

Holding a knife in his left hand, he kept slicing his right arm, but avoided cutting any vital meridians.

Even when the flesh is mangled and bones are exposed, it still won't kill you.

Then he took the knife and stabbed himself in the lower abdomen several times.

His face had turned bluish-purple, then turned white: "Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

"Dying is easy. But if you don't tell us, you will live in pain forever."

Zhongli Yueluo's face turned sinister, as if she had become a different person.

The other three had never seen her like this before, but He Yuhuan and Miaoqing found it unsurprising.

The brief cessation of the flute music made Jiang Hua feel a little better.

But only for a fleeting moment, and the sound entered his ears again.

This time it felt like thousands of ants were biting inside its bone marrow.

He cried and laughed until his eyes bled.

"Where are the Demon Petals and Yin Yi?!" The voice was deliberate and emotionless, each word distinct.

"Hey...hey...hahaha, why should I tell you!" Jiang Hua is a madwoman too.

Miao Qing, standing to the side, was guessing what was going on, her heart trembling.

It turned out that the punishment he received was relatively light. He pointed to his face and said, "The Demon Flower should be among his Thousand Faces."

Jiang Hua's expression froze; his face was indeed his weakness.

That damned bastard! We should have killed him when he sneaked onto the boat!

Judging from the slight change in his expression, he seemed to really care about these faces.

She was about to make a move when Su Fengling stepped forward and grabbed her hand: "How can you let your sister get her hands dirty?"

The sword twisted into a beautiful pattern; it was famous for its speed, and its blade flashed in all directions.

Jiang Hua's skin peeled off her face, one layer, two layers... a hundred layers.

They even saw the faces of Zisang Luoye and Zisang Luohua, as well as the faces of the others.

Finally, it became thinner and thinner, and Jiang Hua wanted to cover her face in pain.

However, Zhongli Yueluo controlled her hands, rendering her unable to move, and her initial painful screams turned into soft sobs.

"No, no... don't take my face away!"

"Then tell me the whereabouts of the Demon Flower and Yin Yi!"

Zhongli Yueluo took the binding sword from Su Fengling's hand, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

“I said… the Demon-Slaying Flower is right here with me, come closer, I’ll give it to you…”

She spoke with extreme grievance and had lost her confidence.

Zhongli Yueluo crouched down and slowly approached him.

It's unclear where the remaining strength came from, but as if breaking free from control, it reached out with both hands to grab Zhongli Yueluo's neck.

Zhongli Yuelu had anticipated this move and used her binding sword to block his hands.

"All these are the faces of handsome men and beautiful women? Looks like you don't even want the last bit of fig leaf you have left!"

He forcefully pried his hands apart and gently flicked the binding sword.

He revealed a face covered in pimples, with sagging muscles, dark skin, and pustules.