On the way back to the Purple Smoke Palace, Tuvia recalled Fiprela's expectant eyes.

"Can you call me mother?"

Tuvia looked down at that thin face. Her eyes were full of expectation.

Unable to bear to refuse, she whispered "Mother."

A glimmer of light flashed from the corner of Fiprela's eyes, and then slid down from the corner of her eyes.

Her voice was trembling and her expression was excited, "Okay! Good boy."

After speaking, she reached out and groped under the pillow. Finally, she took out a transparent jadeite. She took Tuvia's hand and put it in her palm.

"This is a sacred object passed down from our ancestors. I will give it to you for safekeeping. Remember, don't lose it."

Seeing Fiprela's extremely cautious look, Tuvia nodded.

She looked at the cold object in her hand, a crescent-shaped jade pendant. The texture was completely transparent, and it seemed to be emitting light.

"I'm here, it's here." Tuvia's voice was calm, but it felt like an oath.

Fiprela closed her eyes in relief. She waved her hand, "You just came back and you are tired. Go down and rest."

Tuvia glanced at her and felt that she was breathing evenly and seemed to be sleeping. She felt relieved and turned around to leave.

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The past tranquility returned to the main hall once again, and the night darkened, with a hint of desolation and silent sadness. It seemed to swear that such a night was destined to be unrestful.

A black figure with an icy aura appeared in front of Fiprela's bed like a ghost.

He looked down at the woman on the bed coldly, with deep hatred in his eyes.

Fiprela's face was calm. The man in black thought she was already asleep, so he reached out and raised the knife in his hand and stabbed her chest suddenly.

At this time, a calm voice came from Fiprela's mouth.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?"

She opened her eyes leisurely and looked at the man in black in front of her with a smile on her face, but her eyes showed great sadness.

The man in black suddenly stopped. He showed a sarcastic smile, "What did I tell you? Tell me how much I hate you?"

Fipura stared into the other person's eyes tightly, "You can hate me, but I hope you won't be trapped in a devil's trap and can't extricate yourself. Stop it in time!"

The man in black smiled after hearing her words, but this smile contained a hint of irony and ridicule.

"Stop, my dear High Priest Philip, are you afraid of death? If you had known that such a day would come, you should not have treated me like that before."

Fiprela stopped trying to persuade her, her face remained calm. "I just hope that the gods can purify your heart, and I will die so that you will no longer live in the shadows. I am very willing to help you."

Looking at Fiprela's indifferent expression and her similar face, this was a face that he held a grudge against.

At this time, his brain was constantly replaying the memories of the past, all the unfair treatment, making his eyes become colder and colder.

He no longer hesitated, and raised the knife in his hand. Blood spurted out instantly, and red blood droplets stained the white gauze curtain in front of the bed.

Then the black shadow disappeared in an instant. The night was still calm, but it revealed an uneasy air current, exaggerating all the gloomy scenes here.

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Chapter completed!