The former Qin Yu, no matter how she pretended, was essentially a good person.
But this Qin Yu... gives off a sense of emptiness.
Dark, void, providing a feeling of a soul detached from the flesh, yet she seemed just a hollow shell without a perceivable soul.
If not for the full alignment of both the dark embodiment and the main body with Jiaojiao's life force, Jiaojiao would doubt whether this person was Qin Yu.
Even if the appearance is the same.
No, it is not the same.
The current Qin Yu, in Jiaojiao's eyes, is filled from head to toe with a negative cold aura—abstinence, frigid disposition, devoid of emotion, seeking only benefit, don't bother me, leave!
Not a hint of positivity, all just damn negativity.
"Yuyu?" Jiaojiao still tried asking a question.
Qin Yu did not respond to him, merely engulfed in the frenzied absorption of Tian Zuo's soul and body, and not just him, also those Evil Chosen she massacred, reaching over a thousand with corpses piled high.
