"Oh, you want to ask the truth about why your mothers died in the war, right?"

The mistress of the divination house tilted her head and said this.

The Balrog Witch was suddenly shaken all over. She raised her head suddenly, as if there were flames burning in her eyes.

"Are you reading my mind?"

She asked in a hoarse voice.

The tall flame demon had already spread out behind her petite figure.

This is the deepest and most untouchable thing in her heart. She can control her temper on other things, but only on this, she cannot and is unwilling to control it.

Whoever touches it will die.

She wasn't even prepared to give this weird fortune teller a chance to answer. The demon figure behind her had already raised the flaming demon sword in his hand and slashed at him.

However, facing the anger of the Balrog Witch, the fortune teller lady did not panic at all, she even showed a malicious smile.

"Yes, I am indeed reading your mind."

She admitted it unabashedly.

At this time, the flame demon sword of the Balrog had reached the top of her head, but the black-haired and black-eyed fortune teller lady only uttered two words.

"Kneel down."

As a result, the originally murderous demon sword of the Balrog hovered, and then it began to struggle, but in the end it just sheathed the sword silently, and then knelt on its knees, as if the fortune teller was its real master.

Ifrit: "......"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The Balrog Witch was stunned, and she looked at the Balrog Form behind her in disbelief.

She has experienced countless battles in the past hundred years and has never seen anything like this, but this is something she has never seen before.

Please, this fire demon phase is not her incarnation or puppet, something that has self-awareness and may rebel. This thing is the manifestation of her own power.

Have you ever heard of someone betraying yourself?

But now, the fact is right in front of her, her power betrayed her right in front of her eyes.

It wasn't even just her strength, because at this time Ifrit also clearly felt that her body was starting to lose control, and she fell to her knees with a plop.

The young owner of the divination house also stood up at this time. She was tall and slender, while the Balrog Witch who was kneeling on the ground could only see her straight and round long legs, taking graceful cat steps, step by step.

Come to her.

Then another finger lifted her chin, and that face full of magical charm came to her face and said so.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are a weakling who can't even control your own emotions. You really don't know how to live or die. You should be glad that I have been in a good mood recently."

Ifrit: "......"

Obviously the owner of the divination house should be talking to him, but Miss Balrog Witch did not see her reflection in the other party's dark, bright and delicate eyes.

It was as if there was nothing in those eyes.

It seems that nothing in the world can enter her eyes.

There was only emptiness and nothingness in those eyes, and darkness as deep as an abyss.

"As for the answer you want, you can see for yourself."

The finger that lifted Ifrit's chin moved along her face, and finally touched the center of her eyebrows. Immediately, the Balrog Witch's eyes went blank, and she fainted backwards.

Then the owner of the divination house turned his attention to Lucia.

"Hey, you are a rare product. Half-blood, half-fallen angel. Miss Lucia. Mixed blood of the golden race is taboo. You don't want your identity to be made public."
Chapter completed!