Doomsday: I was reverse-raped by the mature woman next door at the start of the game.

What the hell?

Has Brother Wu mutated into a zombie?

When did he get infected?

Those dozen or so people just wondered if they had misheard.

Are they all fucking deaf?

Chen Liang's face darkened, and he shouted loudly.

The dozen or so people finally came to their senses. Although they were still somewhat incredulous, since their leader had said so, who among them dared to say anything?

They gripped their weapons tightly again, just as they were about to step forward, when Zhou Wu, who had been squatting in front of Dongzi with his back to them, chewing something, appeared...

"The Flying Cloud Sword Technique is only an intermediate-level sword technique. Brother Zheng Song has already mastered the Flying Cloud Sword Technique to the highest level. I want to see how Ye Kong will resist it!" Lin Jingyun snorted coldly, her bright eyes fixed on Ye Kong, wanting to see the scene of Ye Kong wielding his sword.

While chatting with the box, Jin Yang got a little carried away and didn't notice Zheng Cheng quietly walking in. When he saw Jin Yang frowning and shaking his head vigorously by himself, he asked him a question.

"We don't know about this yet. Let's just wait and see. We'll only know once he comes out," the peak master said with a furrowed brow. Bai Yunfei nodded in agreement.

Yan Fan could see that everyone was afraid something would happen to the four envoys here, so they had no choice but to take action. However, Yan Fan was also very curious about what had happened to the four envoys and why they were all seriously injured.

This hint almost made Helen Christie so excited that she could hardly contain herself. For more than a decade, she had been tormented by the three-day curse every day. How could she not be excited to learn that Red Wolf could actually leave the Otherworld on his own?

Suddenly, Mr. Gao put his index finger to his lips, signaling Zhou Ziye to be quiet. His ears twitched as if he were listening to something.

Although we don't know what Qingtian's purpose is, by sheer bad luck, what Qingtian needs happens to overlap with what he needs. Since Bai Qi is the Dao of Slaughter, now that Bai Qi is dead, the so-called lineage is very likely in the Soul of Slaughter, which is in Qingtian's hands.

"It seems to be more than just the Ethereal Sword Technique. That sudden thunderous sound just now seems to be the Thunderous Annihilation Sword Technique, a low-level Xuan-rank martial art!" Yu Feiyan said uncertainly.

Braving the lightning and the golden sun, he struggled to pass through the dark clouds. Before he could even catch his breath, three cultivators in long robes appeared not far ahead.

The wolf did not intervene, because the red wolf firmly believed in its own judgment. Since Nan Ge chose to fight here, there must be a reason for it. Nan Ge was not a reckless person. In fact, the wolf was also secretly observing Nan Ge's growth and changes.

Damn it, to be honest, hearing this skinny guy misuse idioms made Meng Shaoyuan miss Krett a little.

“Then it won’t be a financial war, it will be a bloody war.” Meng Shaoyuan paused for a moment: “Think about it carefully. Murder, kidnapping, and bombing are all part of the Military Intelligence Bureau’s duties. I’m not afraid even if we fight every day. But if we launch a terrorist attack on the Shanghai branch, the enemy can retaliate against the people of the Shanghai branch as well.”

Apart from the spirit rice seeds that she had previously ruined due to her lack of knowledge, the spiritual plants on the black soil, such as ginseng, lingzhi, and scutellaria, are all growing well.

As they were talking, they saw the young prince come out again, and the burly men immediately shut up and didn't dare to raise their heads.

"Go in!" The guards made way for them, and the metal barriers blocking the entrance to the base opened to both sides. Sun Tan said thank you, and then drove in through the gate. Mark swallowed hard; he hadn't expected that they had infiltrated the enemy's ranks like this.

No wonder Hachiman doesn't remember. In Hachiman's memory, it seems like Valentine's Day has never been any different from any other day.

Muttering followed one after another. The sword cultivators had been fighting all night, and the countless cultivators in the stands had witnessed it all and were already numb to it.

He had never even met his opponent, nor had he heard a word about him. How could he possibly find a complete stranger in the vast city of Changsha?