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

Chapter 135 I'm so envious of my brother

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

This looks much more disgusting than those toads or other animals with pus-filled oozing pus.

He hurriedly grabbed the face skins from the ground and tried to press them onto his own face, but those faces had already lost their vitality.

He hurriedly covered his face with his hands, curled up into a ball, trying to keep everyone from looking at him.

Zhongli Yueluo also frowned, never expecting that such a disgusting thing was hidden beneath the Thousand Faces.

Miao Qing was also stunned, not expecting him to look like this.

Su Fengling kicked him: "Hand over the stuff!"

"How dare you destroy all my faces! I'll kill you all!"

He began to roar madly, surrounded by black mist, and countless talismans flew out of his body.

Unexpectedly, he was able to unleash such power even when he was being controlled.

But in their eyes, it was nothing more than a cornered beast fighting back.

"Yu Huan".

He Yuhuan heard Zhongli Yuelu shout, meaning that this person's brain is edible.

The two golden maces clashed together, producing a buzzing sound.

Before Jiang Hua could finish his roar, He Yuhuan swung a hammer at his face, physically interrupting his spellcasting.

All you could see was his sunken face, with a few teeth flying out of his mouth. He Yuhuan said impatiently, "It's so noisy!"

He continued to laugh maniacally, his laughter echoing through the sky.

At this moment, he threw out the last talisman, and the entire ship was filled with black energy.

The enhanced "suppression" measures he ordered have already been implemented.

Everyone in this circle will have their magic temporarily sealed; at the very least, 30% of it will be sealed.

"I hate good-looking people the most. Good-looking people should all die!" he mumbled incoherently.

Seeing that the first blow hadn't ended his life, He Yuhuan prepared to swing the hammer a second time.

Zhongli Yueluo shook his head. He hadn't gotten the information he wanted yet; he couldn't die.

He Yuhuan was somewhat disappointed, but still put away the golden mace, snorted coldly, and stared at him fiercely.

Zhongli Yueluo closed her eyes, held the blood flute to her lips, and played a melodious tune, now controlling his mind.

"Tell me, where is it?"

I originally thought that Jiang Hua could at least put up a fight against her flute playing.

But perhaps his mental defenses had already collapsed before.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and he opened his already mangled mouth.

"The Demon Petal is inside my face, and Yin Yi is in Gongshu Liang's hands."

Zhongli Yueluo held out her hand: "Give it to me."

Jiang Hua pulled a blood-stained crystal box from her face.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't take it, and with a wave of her hand, the box opened.

The petals seemed to recognize their owner and flew towards Su Fengjun.

This time, when the petals merged inside him, he didn't seem to be in as much pain.

It simply disappeared into his abdomen, emitting a faint glow.

Jiang Hua's arm gradually drooped down, as if it had lost its vitality.

Miao Qing trembled with fear; he didn't want his beautiful face to be disfigured.

"Yu Huan, I'm leaving it to you." Zhongli Yuelu put away the blood flute.

He Yuhuan rubbed her hands together, swallowed twice, and was afraid of disturbing them.

He easily picked up the ginger painting with his fingernail and threw it into the Heartless River. He then plunged into the water with a splash.

Only then did she turn to look at the three men. Their gazes were filled with worry, not doubt.

"This is my ability; there's no time to be afraid."

She gave a pale smile, her hands clenched tightly in her sleeves, unable to look at them.

I was still a little scared. What if they were scared? Should I use the Blood Flute to control them too?

"Sister, you keep surprising me! Can you control me?"

"Oh, you don't need to control me, because my heart already belongs to you."

Su Fengling walked over and took her arm.

There was no fear in her eyes when she looked at him; instead, there was a hint of excitement. She then looked at Su Fengjun and Yan Ruoyu.

Both of them smiled slightly, and Yan Ruoyu said, "It seems that we will have to rely on the princess to protect us more in the future."

"Hmm..." Su Fengjun echoed.

She breathed a sigh of relief; they weren't afraid. Then she looked at Miaoqing, who felt a chill run down her spine—this was a prelude to settling scores later.

"Princess, spare me!" he cried, kneeling on the deck with a thud.

Tears welled up in my eyes and fell to the ground with a soft patter.

"You'd better behave yourself, or they'll be what you'll end up like."

Zhongli Yueluo decided not to hold it against Miaoqing, considering that Miaoqing had given her a blood pack.

But if it causes any real harm, she wouldn't mind giving He Yuhuan an extra meal.

Miao Qing nodded vigorously. She was surrounded by monsters, and she herself was a big monster. He dared not!

After saying this, she felt her steps were a little unsteady, and Yan Ruoyu and Su Fengling went forward to support her.

Su Fengling said, "Sister, Yan Shaojun should still send someone to look for Yin Yi. Why don't you come and rest at my place? It will also make it easier for me to protect you."

Su Fengjun couldn't insert it at all, since his own body still needed to recover.

He glanced at Zhongli Yueluo and silently went back to his room.

Yan Ruoyu didn't let go, and Zhongli Yueluo patted his hand: "We should go find Yin Yi and bring Yu Huan with us."

Since she said that, he slowly loosened his grip, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

She smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

Su Fengling smiled, even though she liked her brother very much.

But compared to Yan Ruoyu, she definitely likes herself more.

He could have helped her back to her room, but at the corner, he pulled her into his room and quickly closed the door.

He reached out and pinned her against the door, his hot breath spraying onto her face.

"Sister, you're being naughty! You're so amazing, how come I didn't know?"

She was stunned for a moment. Sure enough, he wanted to question her, but she was really tired. She gently pushed him away and walked to the bedside to lie down.

He lay down beside her, propped himself up to look at her, and gently traced his fingertips across her lips.

Her voice was hoarse: "Sister, what else are you hiding from me?"

"No." She pushed his hand away.

Seeing her reject him, his tone was both stubborn and somewhat helpless.

"Sister, please don't lie to me, okay? You know I don't want you to lie to me!"

"You're scared." She touched his cheek, knowing that his thoughts were the most difficult to fathom.

He cupped her face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and his gaze was filled with undisguised madness.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid you'll leave me, afraid you'll lie to me, so, sister, you can never leave my side."

"Okay, but you get up first. I want to lie down by myself for a while." She smiled slightly, her eyes showing exhaustion.

Instead of getting up, he pressed her even closer and whispered in her ear.

"No, I want you to feel my presence, sister, don't even think about pushing me away!"

She was breathing a little fast, and he propped himself up slightly.

He was so engrossed in combing her hair that her face turned red.

He chuckled softly, gently pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look into his eyes, and couldn't help but lower his head to lightly kiss the corner of her lips.

"Sometimes I really envy my brother. I wish I had been the one who got poisoned."