"Creation makes fools of people. I really want to hug you, Little Seventeen..."
Zhu Yuheng smiled bitterly.
Lin Qiye was speechless.
At this moment, his chest seemed to be stuffed with cement, but it also seemed to have received a heavy blow, and he couldn't breathe.
"Why? Why is this happening? Wasn't I saving the Empress? In the end, I only prevented her soul from degenerating into a demon.
"How is this saving her? Are you looking down on me?"
Lin Qiye silently opened the Deduction of Genesis.
At that moment, he suddenly thought of someone.
"Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen can do it!"
Lin Qiye's eyes lit up, and he quickly called Mr. Chen.
However, to his surprise, Mr. Chen appeared not far away.
"At that time, when I wanted to cast the Law of Speech on Zhu Yuheng, I realized that this little girl was already dead.
"Only her soul was left.
"Let me do it. I can save Zhu Yuheng.