Chapter 231

Since it is, how about giving you a chance? Tang Luo asked, that smile making Grinstead's heart tighten again.

As for the antidote, I actually have it, but it's not on me. Grinstead lied.

You said poison? No need to worry about that. Tang Luo casually waved his hand.

A flash of light appeared on the Merit Jade Lotus, warm light falling on Amirelda, dispelling her poison.

As for Charles, the sin of Wrath has thick skin and tough flesh, not so easy to die, let him lie down for now, being quiet is good, this brat is quite annoying.

"..." Grinstead wanted to curse, of course not at the white-haired man before him, but at the dead Snake.

Wasn't it said "My poison, no one in the world can cure"?

Can the other party just wave his hand and dispel it!

"Back to the topic." Seeing Amirelda slowly rise, Tang Luo turned back and said, "You're very interested in Snow White?"

Yes.

Grinstead admitted it, he couldn't fool himself.

"Then let's try." Tang Luo said, "If you can wake her, I'll let her go with you."

"Really?" Grinstead startled, couldn't help but ask.

"Monks don't tell lies." Tang Luo took a step to the side.

Grinstead's expression shifted, he was torn within, at this moment he had a group of dolls around him, guaranteeing he had the means to escape.

Or rather, he thought he had the means to escape.

And now this white-haired man gave him a chance, to approach Snow White, wouldn't it be to lure him out?

Recalling the other's ghostly hand speed, Grinstead didn't think he could escape.

He could only rely on the dolls to block, then there might be a chance.

But such a great opportunity lay before him, if he didn't go, Grinstead felt he would regret it for life.

This dilemma, like a fierce fire roasting Grinstead.

"Five."

"Four."

Before Grinstead could finish his internal struggle, Tang Luo suddenly began counting down from the other side.

Grinstead's face instantly turned ferocious, he roared, the dolls before him parted.

He rushed recklessly toward the crystal coffin, the dolls behind him fell to the ground, even abandoning control.

His mind entirely focused on Snow White.

Tang Luo's eyes slightly narrowed, his body moved, arriving first at the crystal coffin's side.

At this moment, provoked by Tang Luo, Grinstead had made up his mind, heedless, completely ignoring Tang Luo beside him, almost throwing himself onto the crystal coffin.

His eyes fixed on Snow White inside the crystal coffin, inside was nothing but leaping flames.

His originally handsome face began to twist, like a lustful mad beast, utterly unable to control himself.

Hands pushing on the coffin lid, he shoved the transparent lid directly open, Grinstead's breathing sounded like a beast's low growl.

Reason struggled to hold on, before completely breaking.

He grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands, staring with a pair of blood-red eyes, slowly lowering his body.

As if wanting to kiss, yet as if wanting to knead Snow White entirely into pieces, knead into his body.

Just then, the sleeping Snow White suddenly opened her eyes.

Grinstead's lowering motion stopped, the two locked eyes for a second.

Snow White laughed, reached out her hands, grabbed Grinstead's neck, and pulled him down hard.

Grinstead's hands supporting his body failed to hold, his whole body fell into the crystal coffin.

The two were like lovers, embracing in the coffin.

But looking closely, one could see Grinstead's body seemed to tremble, to struggle.

A pair of hands scraped the coffin walls, leaving several white marks.

Gradually, a faint sucking sound arose, Grinstead's body trembled violently, somewhat like the jerking in a comedy after being electrocuted.

Snow White's hands moved from Grinstead's neck to his waist.

Embracing him, restraining him, not letting him escape.

Death's embrace.

"Is it merging? No, should say Vivian is devouring the sins of this neighboring prince, together with his life." Tang Luo murmured, picked up the coffin lid thrown aside, and directly covered it.

Covering that faint sucking sound.

"Did she eat him?" But the crystal coffin is pure transparent, even with the lid on, one can still see inside clearly.

Amirelda could see, the neighboring prince's body had already gradually withered away.

If Snake hadn't died by now, he should have received a mission failure prompt.

Grinstead's twitching had stopped, along with it his life.

Amirelda saw Snow White open her mouth, revealing extremely sharp teeth, in an extremely eerie posture, writhing her body, slowly swallowing Grinstead down.

Just like a snake.

After completely swallowing Grinstead, Snow White also returned to normal, lying supine on the crystal coffin, only having changed direction.

She reached out her hand, tapped the coffin lid above, and said: "Teacher, let me out."

Ordinary words, yet made Amirelda's body heat up, her face instantly flushed.

At the same time, a beam of light appeared out of nowhere, fell on Amirelda, prompting her mission completion, directly returning.

"This mission was actually won by lying down?" Amirelda overjoyed.

This special camp mission, each god and demon walks their own grid camp, can be said there is no hugging thighs situation.

But Amyrid was exceptionally lucky—she actually did just one thing.

That was bringing Glaston over, letting Snow White truly eat her fill.

The mission was directly completed.

White light fell, fleeting in an instant, and Amyrid vanished without a trace.

Vivienne didn't notice Amyrid's abnormality at all, or perhaps the people in these mission worlds couldn't see that falling white light.

At most they could see the person before them suddenly disappear—probably the limit.

Tang Luo glanced at where Amyrid disappeared, withdrew his gaze, and looked toward Snow White.

Vivienne looked at Tang Luo through the crystal coffin, her eyes blinking, ripples flowing, as if hundreds of charming postures faintly emerged.

Making one unable to resist wanting to draw near, to look closely, to investigate thoroughly—from inside to outside, completely explored.

Tang Luo looked at Vivienne, seeming to lose himself in her gaze, but actually thinking of something entirely different.

Whether Rudolf's strength comes from the Seven Deadly Sins remains doubtful.

Glaston's puppet-making, control, and the Seven Deadly Sins are inseparable.

Charles's sin of wrath has allowed his strength to leap forward.

The sin of sloth is set aside for now.

As a female sorceress, Olianna's displayed strength doesn't seem to have much connection to the Seven Deadly Sins.

So, is Olianna still hiding even greater strength?

This hidden strength may not be her own will—it simply hasn't truly surfaced.

Like Charles and Vivienne, who at most display some traits, truly becoming their own powerful strength probably requires certain opportunities?

It's also possible the Seven Deadly Sins are just the Seven Deadly Sins and don't necessarily produce special power.

Tang Luo isn't entirely sure what the situation is—he can take another look.

"Teacher..."

Seeing Tang Luo stare blankly at her, Vivienne called out again, her voice enchanting to the bone.

After devouring the neighboring prince, she seemed to grow rapidly, her entire being now completely different.

By contrast, that Charles fellow remains an angry brat.

"Don't make noise, you interrupted my train of thought." Tang Luo's gaze refocused, displeased as he looked at Vivienne, "Just stay here and stare blankly—don't think about going out to harm others."

Vivienne startled, "What's going on? This plot development feels off!"

Earlier, she followed her instinct and devoured Glaston, and it felt like a valve had been opened.

She had opened the door to a new world, preparing to welcome a new world and a new life.

But Tang Luo's impatient, cold stare felt like a brick slapped directly at her, sending her back.

Vivienne instantly doubted her own charm—

No way—clearly, if I just crook my finger, all men in the world will obey me like dogs.

Why can he remain unmoved?

Of course Tang Luo remains unmoved. Frankly, Vivienne's current charm level is about the same as Chuan Jiangzi, who diligently cleans and reforms labor in the Cursed House.

At most, it makes Tang Luo glance twice more.

Before profound Buddhist teachings, it's merely a red-powder skull—paper tiger, utterly fragile.

What great storms and waves hasn't Elder Tang seen? Does he know about the White Rat Spirit, Scorpion Spirit, and Jade Rabbit Spirit?

Master Xuanzang chats and laughs with them! How could he be swayed by a little girl's Dao?

Nonsense—she needs to go home and practice for another hundred or eighty years before she can.

Reaching out, Tang Luo shifted the coffin lid slightly, successfully wedging it.

Then he casually wiped the crystal coffin, the Merit Jade Lotus light flashed, consecration and reinforcement.

Consuming little, but basically reinforcing the coffin to the level of a heavy tank.

In this world, without special means, even the finest craftsman couldn't open this crystal coffin.

Vivienne's face changed slightly, her light tapping on the coffin lid turned into a push.

But no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't open the coffin lid above her head.

Originally Vivienne's strength wasn't great; her strength lies in charm and devouring.

As for strength, if Charles came to push, he might have a chance to open it.

"Let me out!" Vivienne's face anxious, she slammed the coffin lid desperately, still hiding a hint of resentment.

"Don't make noise."

Tang Luo said, placing his hand on the coffin lid—these Seven Deadly Sins are restless, so let's reinforce another layer.

No need to consume merit power again.

Tang Luo's palm revealed a trace of extremely fine flame.

Liuli Flame was separated by Tang Luo into a strand, injected into this crystal coffin.

On the crystal coffin, a flash of firelight passed.

Vivienne immediately retracted her hands, her body stiffened, maintaining a motionless posture.

The flame made her recall the pain and danger she once felt.

"It should hold for half a month."

Tang Luo withdrew his hand—within this half month, the coffin lid has been completely pressed down!