Qin Ruan grew more and more indignant, her cold gaze sharpening like a blade as she focused on the two Netherworld envoys supporting Hen Nianzhen, "When you return, find that stupid fool who self-destructed and throw it into the Nineteen Levels of Hell, Let it suffer both physically and mentally all the time!"
At this moment, the two Puppet Envoys showed no change in expression despite Qin Ruan's mention of the Nineteen Levels of Hell.
One envoy stepped forward, folding his fists in salute, "We will report truthfully to the Underworld King and handle everything as Miss Qin instructed!"
The frustration in Qin Ruan's heart alleviated slightly, and her gloomy and delicate face returned to normal.
In fact, she was just speaking out of anger when she mentioned the Nineteen Levels of Hell.
However, she didn't expect the Puppet Envoys to take it seriously, which gave her an odd feeling.