Lu Chuzhen's body trembled slightly as she gently shook her head.
"My lord, I have nothing more to say now, to kill or to flay, I will comply with your will!"
At this moment, Lu Chuzhen had already lost all hope.
Because a mistake is a mistake, there is no need to talk about the past anymore.
Xue An nodded, "Good! Since this is the case, I shall grant your wish!"
With that, Xue An raised his hand and summoned the two Soul-Cleaving Lamps, which were initially in Xing Yushu's hands, flying into the air and directly striking at Lu Chuzhen.
Lu Chuzhen, rather gratefully, glanced at Xue An and then resignedly closed her eyes.
To die under the two Soul-Cleaving Lamps that she had once given to Xing Yuhe, Lu Chuzhen felt, was without regrets!
However, as the two Soul-Cleaving Lamps approached, their fiercely charging momentum suddenly hesitated, and then they hovered in front of Lu Chuzhen, beginning to tremble slightly.
