When Zi Yan saw the weak fire, she felt jealous in her heart. Although her cultivation level was about to reach the second level and was much stronger than Zi Ling, Zi Ling practiced it when she was only eight years old, while she only mastered it when she was ten years old.
After reaching the first level, given time, Zi Ling may be stronger than her.
"Quickly perm it!" Zi Yan became angrier as she thought about it, and shouted loudly.
"Third sister, do you really want to perm it?" Zi Ling asked with some fear.
She had just successfully cultivated the Flame Fire. Although it was only at the first level, it was already worthy of admiration. She originally wanted to show it off, but Dongfang Ziyan insisted that she use a real person to show it off.
"Nonsense! Get it hot! How do I know if your fire power is great?!" Zi Yan said angrily.
"Third sister, no, don't burn your face. Daddy will find out. Just burn her hands." Zi Ling said weakly. Dongfang Ziyan was born to the aunt, and she is the eldest daughter. They have several concubines.
You have to listen to Dongfang Ziyan wherever you go out.
"Sixth sister, are you afraid?" Ziying sneered, but she was very angry in her heart.
She is already eleven years old, three years older than Zi Ling, but Zi Ling has already reached the first level of cultivation, and she is not even a shadow.
"Who said I'm afraid?!" Zi Ling straightened her back. Eight years old is eight years old, with the nature of a child.
"Then burn it. Anyway, Dongfang Zihan is a waste. The alchemist said she can't practice illusions and she is still a little bitch who was born of a cheap servant. Daddy never comes to see her, and no one knows about us killing her."
"Zi Yan glanced at Dongfang Zihan who was huddled in the corner with disgust.
Zihan's thin body curled up into a ball, her head leaning against the cold corner, lifeless, and her eyes had dimmed.
She has been working hard to live. Every time she sees His Highness, she prays to look at him. She really wants to call His Highness brother and beg him to take her away from here.
But now she no longer prays. She has no relatives, only her mother. Suddenly, she really misses her mother.
The weak flame gradually approached Dongfang Zihan, but she didn't know it. Her gray eyes were blurred, and she couldn't hear or see clearly.
"Haha, perm it, hurry up." Zi Yan urged excitedly. As long as Dongfang Zihan turns ugly, His Highness the Third Highness will definitely break off the engagement, and then she can get His Highness.
Dongfang Ziying sneered in her heart, Zi Yan might be able to take advantage of this idiot, but everyone could see that His Highness was not interested in the daughter of the Dongfang family.
Moreover, Zi Han is only eight years old, and her thoughts are just like those of a four or five year old fool. She doesn't know what love is at all. She just treats His Highness as a life-saver. Zi Yan's move is simply unnecessary, and may even lead to her own death.
"Ah..." A frightened child's voice came out from his throat.
His thin body was tense and twitching, and his black pupils showed no color at all.
"Don't let her scream!" Zi Yan shouted, and hurried over to cover Zi Han's mouth.
"Three, third sister..." Zi Ling started to get scared. Half of Zi Han's face was already red and swollen, bleeding, and she was a little nauseous.
"Quickly burn it! Just a little bit, it will be fine in less than three days." Zi Yan snorted coldly and said in warning: "If you don't do it, I will have to burn you with thunderbolt fire."
"No, don't, I'll burn it." Zi Ling was so frightened that her face turned pale. With a shake of her hand, the flames fiercely spread its teeth and claws on Zi Han's face, and the burning blood made a sizzling sound and was scorched black.
Her thin body stopped twitching, her hands hung down feebly, and her eyes slowly closed. She couldn't feel any pain. She saw her mother in the cloud waving to her, and she ran over happily...