Chapter 62 Broken

His pale skin, black embroidery, and crimson gems imbued him with a profound sense of wickedness and a bloodthirsty sexiness.

"What ahead? When I went cycling, your bikes had already left long ago. Stop making excuses. You must have been off doing something bad, afraid I’d find out. Tianwang, tell me the truth," Wang Mengmeng asked.

Leng Miqian was so shaken by the old man's eerie and low voice that she felt half her blood run cold. Thinking back on what the two men had just said, she began to piece together what was actually happening.

The two barons apparently did not possess the high-end ability to transform into bats, and were instead engaging Keine with mere fists and kicks.

Everyone sized up Yue Fei, though none of them looked down upon his meager cultivation at the Divine Realm, and most responded with friendly nods.

Below was an underground room of only a few dozen square meters. There were no lights, and pitch darkness prevailed everywhere, though with Mu Yuchen’s eyesight, the presence or absence of light made no difference.

"Dutchman, go down and play with them," Chen Xin sneered, making a throat-slitting gesture. He had already devised the simplest and most brutal way to deal with Chen Xin.

Just as the two of them spotted Ning Daoqi, the solitary flat-bottomed boat bearing him arrived right before the painted barge.

Hearing the intense sounds of gunfire echoing from downstairs, Xu Yifan shrugged, curled his lips, and with great satisfaction placed the communication walkie-talkie onto the coffee table between him and Peng Yixing. Stretching out his arms, he leaned back against the sofa and let out a long yawn.

"You two, will you surrender yourselves, or would you prefer to be dismembered like them?" Mu Yuchen asked with a faint smile.

Yet when the Madame’s hands smoothed over her shoulders and gently patted and soothed her, Ji Mingyao still could not hold back. Leaning into the Madame’s embrace, she lost all composure and wept once more.

The joy radiating from the mistress seemed practically to overflow and spill onto him, making his own heart feel light and elated.

He instinctively turned his head sideways, only to find the bedside empty. The floor pallet had already been cleared away, and even his widowed sister-in-law was nowhere to be seen.

Out of consideration for family ties, Han Jing spared his younger sister some dignity. He had not expected her to become increasingly outrageous and absurd with every word.

Fu Hanzhou saw him out to the car. Accompanied by his grandfather, he got into the vehicle, but the car did not drive away.

With her level of cultivation, unless it was a cultivator above the Purple Mansion Realm, none could escape her perception, and those in the early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm were naturally effortless to capture.

Including those humans filled with mysterious self-confidence, everyone stared at the scene before them in utter disbelief.

The genuine feel of her skin beneath her hand, the chilling sensation of being soaked by water, and the soreness radiating from the base of her thighs—everything served to remind Su Ying of a single fact: she had returned to her nineteenth year, 1966.

"Lawyer Lu, I'll leave the subsequent matters in your hands." Unable to bear lingering here any longer, Xu Jinzhi instructed Lawyer Lu before striding toward the exit.

The Prince of Qin, the Princess of Qin, the Second Prince, the Second Princess Consort, as well as the Second Princess and the Fourth Prince—siblings, brothers, and sisters-in-law alike—exchanged swift and covert glances.

"Xie Xian'er seems to have been driven to desperation and has found herself an ally. Given the prestige of her Divine Sword Villa, she certainly has that advantage!" Cang Tian sneered, having already guessed whom Xie Xian'er had enlisted for help.

Lei Wei was an elite student from the Tactical Command Department of the Thunder Academy, while Tianlan was a student of the Powered Mecha Department. The academy's curriculum branched into dozens of departments, but the most sought-after were unquestionably the Powered Mecha, Tactical Command, and Pure Cultivation departments.

"Princess Yun, Princess Yun, how are you feeling, Princess Yun?" The figure of Earl Feng surged forward instantly, followed by hundreds of millions of zombies, all kneeling before Hanba.

Filming up to this point, Lee Joon-gi could no longer contain himself and burst out laughing; the situation was simply too awkward. The faint warmth from Han Hyo-joo's palm and the subtle scent of milk lingering in her hand had been teasing his nose the entire time. Maintaining his composure had been no easy feat.

"It's not that I've got a problem; it's you who have a problem. You've gotten yourself into a massive mess." The gloomy voice grew even gloomier.

"Deploy the clan soul!" Seeing that the clansmen in front could no longer hold their ground, and that Liu Changyun appeared tireless, Elder Gou spoke with an unavoidable solemnity.

Of course, every word of earnest advice was genuinely for their own good. If they remained stubbornly deluded, however, only one fate awaited them... becoming forced laborers in Master Bin's coal mines.

A moment later, Samantabhadra and Avalokiteshvara arrived before Aoyu, and Samantabhadra respectfully addressed Aoyu, who sat regally upon the throne.

With that, the bald man and his subordinates stepped forward, intending to teach Aoyu a lesson. The members of the other two gangs remained still, preferring to observe the situation first; since the Bald Gang was taking the lead, they were more than happy to sit back and watch a good show.

Upon seeing this gruesome sight, Yang Hongwei and Liu Chengming immediately began to vomit. They simply could not stomach such cruelty, and Yang Hongwei was so terrified that he wet his pants, a truly disgraceful spectacle.

Ling Bei merely lowered his head to smoke, looking up at the ceiling from time to time, as if he could see Suzhen just upstairs through the single separating wall.

Yet clearly, Tang Long's display just moments ago had caused them to hesitate, making some momentarily postpone their plans to strike against the Divine Dragon Lion Troupe.