Chapter 067 Zhou Jingyi Has Gone Mad

Wen Ni asked, “So, my dear uncle enjoys the thrill of transgression? But if the old master were to find out that his beloved youngest son was harboring such forbidden thoughts about his own nephew’s wife, I wonder what he would think?”

As she finished speaking, Wen Ni suddenly let out a muffled groan. Zhou Jingyi had bitten her hard on the neck.

As expected, following Tang Qianlin’s directions, the three of them found two more great halls—one to the southeast and another due north.

If forced to choose between these two outcomes, Lin Anran would rather accept the current result than be caught and forced back to sell herself.

“Very good, not bad at all.” I nodded. I could indeed see that this bull-headed demon was much stronger than the previous three. Had they not underestimated my strength, I might truly not have escaped this disaster today.

If anyone is present during a tribulation, they inevitably become entangled in its karmic consequences, making the heavenly tribulation even fiercer. Those who become involved are inevitably among the targets that the tribulation seeks to destroy.

After all the painstaking schemes I devised, first Elder Michael disrupted them, and just as things returned to the right track, Ironhead ruthlessly shattered the formation and rhythm.

“Steel Cannon, good dog, do your best, or you’ll be sorry.” Huang Mao San began massaging Steel Cannon’s muscles. After a while, both stopped and led him into the center of the abandoned factory—an area of about twenty square meters, encircled by cement blocks and iron chains, a makeshift dog-fighting pit.

Xiao Tian was not arrogant enough to think he could defy the authorities. Their power was unimaginable; what he’d seen was only the tip of the iceberg.

Returning home and entering Li Qingxiang’s bedroom, Li Yunfan saw his father lying on the bed, his cheeks flushed, seemingly in a deep sleep.

Ai Donghua had just raised his hand when Yi Wubai, standing beside him, flicked his finger, sending a stream of true energy directly into Ai Donghua’s acupoint.

Su Huilai frowned, utterly bewildered by this sudden divorce. She thought she had already turned the situation around; all she needed to do was wait for Uncle Jiu to come and take her away, and the task would be complete.

“I’m in Room 888 on the second floor of Night Enchantment Bar. Come pick me up.” Quan Zeyao’s tone was gentle, yet brooked no refusal.

Seeing Old Grandpa Tu’s wounded expression, Feng Ge’s lips curled slightly, as though considering whether to deal him another blow. In truth, she was wearing pants beneath her skirt.

If I use the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, not to mention evil spirits—even a zombie newly evolved to yellow eyes would stand no chance.

Though he said this, a trace of unconcealable disappointment flickered in Lu Shenyan’s eyes.

Five hundred longswords—that was his full strength. It was no joke; even a monster at the peak of green demonic energy would feel a chill of dread.

So, after finishing her exams and packing her things, Yang Lili went alone to the back mountain of the school.

He changed the subject, asking, “When did you prepare this? How did I not know?” He’d been with her all day—how could he have missed her buying red roses?

“That won’t do. I haven’t yet seen the Death Legion with my own eyes—how could I leave so soon?” the Demon Emperor declared at once.

In truth, if Su Mian had spoken kindly and found a private place to ask, she would have honestly told him.

The helmsman was already prepared. Clenching his teeth, he spun the rudder suddenly, causing the fishing boat to whirl halfway around on the river, presenting its side to face the cluster of arrows.

Over the next few days, the Empress Dowager’s return of power to Li Dan continued to ferment, growing ever more intense.

After some thought, Ye Yingfan returned to the cave; he had no desire to risk being the first to swagger out into the open. He decided to let someone else take this chance to show off.