Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 1258

The King of Transformation had just finished settling matters in the underworld when he saw the King of Styx running frantically toward him.

The King of Styx grabbed his arm as his entire body shook.

"What happened?" The King of Transformation asked curiously.

"She broke… I patted her, and she broke!" The King of Styx said with a trembling voice.

What broke? Did you break a plate or something?

"I broke Little Hades! She's gone! Ahhh! Emperor Prosper won't forgive me!"

The King of Transformation was speechless.

The underworld is peaceful. The Order hasn't crumbled. Little Hades must still be safe.

Before he could ask any other questions, he watched The King of Styx run toward the Fifth Palace while flailing his arms and screaming madly.

The King of Transformation quickly followed behind him.

He was not a gossip, but he was also concerned about what happened to Little Hades.

Over at the Fifth Palace, Jean poked her head at the window and asked, "Hey, are you still okay? Is it over yet?"

Blake, who was practicing calligraphy, said nothing.

A few seconds later, he said without turning his head around, "Have you ever wondered why the medicine had such a drastic effect on us back then?"

"I don't know! Did something happen back then?" Jean said.

She was beginning to be curious about the events that happened in the past.

Blake put his pen down and looked at Jean curiously.

This life was very much different than their previous ones. In their previous lives, they existed together as mortal bodies. This time, they were spirits.

"Something must have happened," Blake looked at him. "You know, like what usually happens in romance novels you read."

Jean's curiosity was instantly piqued. "Oh? How many days was I stuck in bed?"

Considering all things, you were the aggressor! Blake thought.

However, it also showed that Jean was not interested in anything else. At the moment, Jean probably thought Blake to be a pervert and a coward.

Blake picked up his pen again to practice calligraphy. It helped to calm his mind.

"Days? More like half a year," he said.

"What?" Jean exclaimed.

Was it so amazing? No wonder it's called the Passionate Ointment!

"Are the side effects so crazy? Why would anyone use it as an ointment for external injuries? Who invented that?" she asked doubtfully.

Blake paused temporarily. "Your daughter."

"I see… I guess she's pretty amazing," Jean said.