C804 Farewell

The Demon God's soul had already dispersed into nothingness with the mark of the Demon God.

Each word was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through her heart and tearing her flesh apart.

"No." Mo Qingge's fingers curled up tightly. "Uncle Huang is already an oracle, how can he be scared out of his wits? "No, impossible, impossible!"

"Miss Mo …"

"Royal Uncle, quickly wake up