Chapter 582: The Dragon Girl's Choice (10,000)

The appearance of Mansfield was like a fuse, igniting all the jealousy that Ifrit had accumulated and suppressed in her chest, which she thought she had forgotten.

The more she suppressed it before, the more violent it would be when it exploded now.

In addition, after experiencing the illusion of gluttony, the illusion of arrogance, and the illusion of rage, Ifrit's spirit was severely damaged, and her self-control was constantly declining.

Jealousy is a very terrible emotion.

When she saw Mansfield, Ifrit almost couldn't control her emotions. She rushed over like a mad lioness and tore Mansfield's handsome face to pieces.

The anger that suddenly surged in her mind directly destroyed more than half of Ifrit's sanity, and even made Ifrit forget that she was in an illusion now, and everything she saw in front of her, even the person Mansfield, was fake.

She wanted to tear open Mansfield's mouth and ask this damn bastard why he appeared in front of her. What did he want to do? He already had so much. Did he want to rob her of her little happiness?

Ifrit thought so and did so.

She rushed up angrily, raised her fist, and punched Mansfield in the face one by one.

She smashed the face into a bloody mess.

The red and white sticky stuff splashed everywhere, covering the ground with a thick layer. The whole mysterious space was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Ifrit was really crazy at this time. She didn't even notice that no matter how she beat Mansfield, this guy could completely recover to his original appearance in the next second.

The more she vented and the more she beat him, the more irritated Ifrit felt deep in her heart, and the strong burning feeling became more unbearable.

Ifrit didn't even know how long it had been. She only knew that Mansfield's head had been smashed by her for at least 800 times, if not a thousand times. She didn't know when she finally stopped.

She was already panting from exhaustion.

Her body was soaked with sweat.

But Mansfield on the opposite side was still standing there quietly, motionless, with only a pair of cold and condescending eyes staring at her.

As always, it was as if he was looking at garbage when he was a child.

That sight made Ifrit feel as if it was burned, and her originally beautiful face even became distorted. Ifrit struggled desperately on the ground, dragging her exhausted body, wanting to rush up again and tear that damn face apart again.

"Ifrit, don't you want your parents to be proud of you?" But at this moment, Mansfield, who had been silent for so long since he appeared in front of her, suddenly spoke.

The cold voice floated into Ifrit's ears.

Ifrit froze on the spot.

Make parents proud of themselves?

What does Mansfield mean?

Hahaha, this is something Ifrit didn't even dare to think about before. Ifrit said that her father and mother, even if they just looked at her, could make her feel extremely happy, not to mention making her parents proud of herself.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible.

Perhaps, when she was very young, Ifrit still had such expectations in her heart. Otherwise, why did she practice so hard? Wasn't it to make her father and mother look at her more?

Otherwise, with the talent of the dragon race, even if she did nothing, she would sooner or later become an invincible existence on the Dusk Continent. Why bother to work so hard?

But since she grew up and matured, this idea has disappeared in Ifrit's heart. She knows very well that this is absolutely impossible. In the hearts of her parents, she is just a monster. They wish she had never appeared in this world, so that they would not disgrace their reputation.

But now, hearing Mansfield say this, Ifrit felt her heart throb uncontrollably.

She didn't know what she was still looking forward to.

Perhaps, this was just a childhood extravagant hope?

Mansfield's face bloomed with an exaggerated smile, and his voice was like a devil, full of indescribable temptation: "Ah, Ifrit, my sister..."

"Think about it, what is the current state of the dragon race?"

"The dragon race has been destroyed."

"Now there are only you and me in the entire Dusk Continent."

"Think about it, if the two of us join forces to re-strengthen the dragon race and let the dragon race stand on the top of the Dusk Continent again..." Mansfield opened his hands and walked towards Ifrit step by step. Unconsciously, Ifrit found that Mansfield had even walked to her.

His tall body pressed down slightly, and he walked to Ifrit's ear. His bewitching voice echoed in Ifrit's mind like ripples: "Think about it, what if we really did this?"

"Father and mother, if there are spirits in heaven, they will definitely see your achievements, and they will definitely think you are their best daughter."

The plain words and ordinary content made Ifrit's heart beat uncontrollably.

Father, mother, the best daughter?

"This is the glory of reviving the dragon race. No matter what misunderstandings there were before, it is no longer important in front of this glory."

"By then, no one will regard your natural white eyes as a monster. Maybe your white eyes will even become a symbol of grace."

"Don't you want to change your position in your parents' hearts? Don't you want to rewrite your image in your parents' hearts?"

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"Don't hesitate..."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do you really want to miss it?"

There was only Mansfield in front of him, but it seemed that Ifrit only felt that Mansfield was everywhere around him. His voice surged directly from all directions, shaking Ifrit's eardrums, allowing Ifrit to truly experience what 3D surround sound is.

Like a demonic sound that was killing and taking away souls, it echoed in Ifrit's mind, and only Mansfield's voice was left in his mind.

Father.

Mother!

Ifrit thought she had forgotten everything long ago, everything in the past, Dragon Valley, and her parents.

But at this moment, she suddenly found that she seemed to be still the little girl who longed for her parents' love.

At this moment, Ifrit's mind was in an extremely unstable state, almost on the verge of collapse.

In the deepest part of her soul, there was still a little bit of reason left, constantly telling Ifrit that this was an illusion, this was fake, and things should not be like this, but the remaining reason was too little, and it could not shake the remaining obsession in Ifrit's heart.

Her lips were trembling slightly, and her eyes had become confused without knowing when.

She was like a puppet that had been manipulated by a string, walking towards Mansfield step by step.

Chapter 3 is here.