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

In the afternoon, at 4:06 PM.

Outside Donghu Park, on National Highway 012.

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A tall young man, wielding a simple and ancient-looking Tang sword, with a carefree and joyful smile on his face, charged toward the dozen or so zombies at incredible speed.

The young man is moving too fast!

He was like a flying man, and in the blink of an eye, he went from hundreds of meters away to the front of the dozen or so zombies.

The young man swiftly swung his knife, and before more than a dozen zombies could react, they were instantly hacked to pieces.

Therefore, they chose to capture Zhong Ling and imprison him at Mount Kongtong, hoping his master would come to ransom him. This way, they wouldn't completely offend Zhong Yuanqing, they would preserve the reputation of the Kongtong Sect, and they could also extort some treasures from Zhong Yuanqing before releasing him.

The Western-style tableware for dining and the glasses for drinking beverages were also neatly arranged in two rows along both sides of the long table.

His imposing aura was incredibly fierce, directly enveloping Zhongling and exerting immense pressure on him, his fighting spirit was very evident.

It's already around 10 p.m., and if nothing unexpected happens, Yang Xueman should be resting at home.

Upon hearing Uncle Jiu's words, the villagers set up all the traps they had prepared, including tripwires, spurs, and many pits dug in the ground.

Yun Wanqing had never been involved in matters of the boudoir before. The various nannies also shared their opinions and experiences, making her blush and remain silent with embarrassment.

"Come here! Come here..." A seductive voice rang out, as soft as a mosquito's hum, utterly alluring. Lin Yu slowly walked over, his expression frozen, as if he had lost his soul.

With immense excitement, Zhongling crawled into the bed of four stunningly beautiful women who were completely naked, and began huffing and puffing as he started taking off his clothes and pants.

While the plan was good, it wasn't particularly sophisticated. If Yang Xueman thought about it carefully, she might have noticed something amiss.

Compared to Xiao Dinglin's New First Regiment on the opposite side, they were far from being so luxurious. The soldiers were thinly dressed, eating fried noodles, and sometimes there weren't even any fried noodles. If they ate snow, their teeth would chatter from the cold. They were both hungry and freezing. How could they fight like that?

"Could this feeling be the Blood Swallow King, the demonic beast of their Blood Swallow Sect?" Xiao Leng thought to himself.

Hearing the sound of the Blood Cry was like being torn to pieces, extremely uncomfortable. The old man in yellow felt a chill run down his spine and his limbs went numb, as if he would be torn apart by the Blood Cry at any moment.

"This humble subject does not recognize Your Excellency!" The death row inmate, who had been mistaken for a mute, spoke for the first time today. Although his voice was low and hoarse, it possessed an irresistible magnetism.

Kurumi Tokisaki's tone suggested she knew a great deal about him, so denying it would seem too insincere.

After checking in, the young master received a token with three characters written on it: Xiaoxiang Garden. The villa where Tang Chuan was staying was indeed named Xiaoxiang Garden. According to the package price of the Stealing Heaven Villa, it cost one high-grade spirit stone for three days—this price wasn't cheap.

"...Miss Xiyan?" Ye Wuchou called softly. He didn't know Ye Xiyan's exact location, but he knew that Ye Xiyan was definitely there.

The conversation that the young master had in his mind actually happened in the blink of an eye. The Peony Fairy's face still bore an expression of surprise. Initially, she was naturally surprised by the puppet, but now she was astonished by the change in Tang Chuan's expression. Just a moment ago he was beaming with joy, how could he suddenly look like he'd lost a child?

Onizuka Yan's eyes flashed with disdain. He pointed his finger forward, and dozens of yellow sparks flew from his fingertip, landing on the ghostly figures. With a sizzling sound, puffs of white smoke rose from all the ghostly figures, and they were all burned to ashes by the yellow flames.

Yoshino's cheeks flushed red, and she immediately hunched over and grabbed the hood of her cloak to cover her face.

But no one listened to her. Instead, a burly man stepped forward to grab her. Of course, she was no pushover either. She was a woman who didn't yield to men, and in the blink of an eye, she had already exchanged several blows with him.