Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 146 Qin Ruan: You think you’re worthy to kill me?

Chapter 146: Chapter 146 Qin Ruan: You think you’re worthy to kill me?

Qin Ruan’s eyes were cold and indifferent, her frosty face showing an ironic smirk. "You’ve been dead for nearly a hundred years and still fancy a piece of fresh meat. Aren’t you afraid of breaking your teeth? Calling you an old hag isn’t an exaggeration."

As her words left her lips, the puppet woman’s pitch-black eyes filled with a dark red fog.

"I will kill you!"

The prior seemingly normal puppet woman now revealed her true horrifying self.

A wild wind rose within the living room, and the red dress on the puppet woman crumbled to pieces.

Her exposed skin started to quickly decay, filling the air with a choking stench.

Qin Ruan, who had previously laughed at Xia Yunchen for his response to the sight of snakes, now genuinely felt queasy.

She grappled with a wave of nausea, her immaculate face gone pale, her expression agonized.

The stench filling the living room was simply too revolting!

While Qin Ruan was overwhelmed with discomfort, the puppet woman had already lunged at her.

The thick, black Evil Qi emanating from the woman’s claw-like hand was slowly reaching towards her.

The putrid smell was overwhelming and getting closer and closer.

"You’re courting death!"

Qin Ruan retaliated, swinging her hand at the puppet woman.

The Nether Divine Power she sent at her opponent carried a cold voice filled with a strong intent to kill.

"Bam!"

Under the Nether Divine Power attack, the puppet woman was flung several meters away and crashed onto the floor.

The hundred-year-old puppet stood no chance against Qin Ruan.

With nausea bubbling up within her, Qin Ruan covered her mouth and nose, glaring with knitted brows at the puppet woman crumpled on the floor.

"Change back now!"

With a vacant look in her dark red eyes, the puppet woman stared at Qin Ruan, seemingly unable to believe that she had been defeated so easily.

A less experienced puppet would’ve obediently complied.

But standing on her hundred years of cultivation, the puppet woman got up and lunged at Qin Ruan yet again.

Her body brimming with black Evil Qi, decayed pieces of flesh fell from her rapidly moving body, the revolting stench invading the air anew.

Let alone the unbearable smell of decay, just the sight of the rotting flesh falling off her body was gruesome enough to make one wish to throw up.

This time, Qin Ruan really did throw up.

She bent over, clutching her chest, vomit splattering across the floor.

At the same time, she was overwhelmed by acute abdominal cramps.

At the sight of this, a grotesque thrill spread across the puppet woman’s bloody face.

Qin Ruan was truly angry now!

With the pain and nausea surging up, she felt uneasy about the tiny child in her stomach.

In her previous life, she had been beaten and kicked while helplessly watching her blood pool on the ground, the sense of helplessness penetrating her marrow.

If anyone dared to harm her child, they would pay the price.

The puppet woman’s hand, which was teeming with Evil Qi, was only inches away from Qin Ruan’s body.

Qin Ruan slowly lifted her gaze, her black eyes filled with murderous intent as sharp as a blade.

Her face was gloomy, a sinister curl tugging at the corner of her lips.

Her slender, fair hand reached out, weathering the repulsive stench, and strangling the puppet woman’s neck.

The woman’s head twisted at an odd angle under Qin Ruan’s forceful grip, her eyes fixed on the puppet in her hand, listening to the sounds of agony escape her throat.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye.

In her cold gaze, Qin Ruan’s eyes were shining with a piercing chill.

"Thinking of killing me? You think you’re fit?!"

A powerful pressure radiated from her, nearly shattering the puppet woman’s soul.

Her Demi-God Body was something a hundred-year-old puppet couldn’t stand against.

In Qin Ruan’s hand, the Nether Divine Power shone with a dazzling golden light. She slowly lowered her gaze, focusing on the puppet woman’s legs, stripped of flesh and only showing white bones.

The next moment, a golden flash struck.

"Aaaahhh—"

The puppet woman’s terrified cries of pain echoed throughout the living room.

Even a puppet wasn’t immortal; Qin Ruan had swiftly severed her legs with the Nether Divine Power.

Having accomplished this, Qin Ruan finally released her hold on the powerless puppet woman.