Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

"Think I’m deliberately trying to scare you?"

The woman’s beautiful lips curved into an attractive arc as she stretched out five fingers, "Then let’s wait five days."

The woman’s jade-like slender fingers, against her snow-like radiant and moist skin, were stunningly beautiful... but in Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes, they seemed like the hands of a ghost from Yama’s Palace, counting down the seconds of life’s timer.

Mengniang seemed to understand something, her expression solemn, "Because of the aura of death?"

"You still have some brains."

Li Guanshi’s coquettishly peerless face carried a trace of a smile,

"Previously, I had you stay close to Jiang Mo because the origin of your demonic soul was unstable, the suppressive aura was still present, hence the need for nurturing by the aura of death. But now that you have repaired your demonic soul, what’s the point of absorbing more death aura?"

Li Guanshi said indifferently: "If I’m not mistaken, the thing that helped you repair the origin of your demonic soul was the Other Shore Flower, wasn’t it? Using the death aura from Jiang Mo to nourish the Other Shore Flower is like feeding a monk dog meat.

The monk doesn’t want to eat but is forced to, having to hold his nose and swallow. But after eating, once the Buddha inside him is gone, can he still be called a monk? Likewise, if the Other Shore Flower isn’t called the Other Shore Flower anymore, can it still help you?"

Mengniang’s pretty face turned deathly pale instantly.