Chapter 65 Absolutely Lawless

"Since you're my wife, let me have a kiss," Ximen Zhuixue teased, and then he actually leaned in and kissed her.

"Whoever dares to lay a hand on him, I'll fight them to the death." Ignoring Xu Qing's threat entirely, Li Mubai still spoke with a completely expressionless face.

A dull splash echoed as ripples spread across the water's surface, and that figure had already vanished completely into the darkness.

Brother Lan merely nodded without saying another word, silently lighting a cigarette. A strange, inexplicable feeling lingered in his heart—what kind of feeling it was, even Brother Lan himself couldn't quite put his finger on. At any rate, it was an unpleasant and somewhat oppressive sensation. Perhaps he was just overthinking things; let's hope that was all it was.

When Liyue and the other two arrived at the police station, what met their eyes was Wen Ruru arguing endlessly on one side, and Yun Meng sitting off to the side, glaring furiously at Sikong Yuan and the others.

It was no wonder they were so thrilled, because after undergoing special breeding, giant lark chicks grew significantly larger than wild ones. Furthermore, giant larks possessed great stamina and strong load-bearing capacities, making them extremely convenient for transporting supplies. Consequently, many people who captured giant larks would raise them into excellent helpers for transport.

The clock hands kept ticking away, and Xiaoxiao's head was already spinning from a pile of history questions. Closing her eyes, she desperately tried to recall the questions she had just memorized, feeling exhausted to the absolute limits of the universe.

The one speaking was Tang Meng. She had a baby face that looked remarkably youthful, making her completely believable as a high school student, though in reality, she was already twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Her collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate butterfly-like collarbones. Her dark hair, secured only by a purple ribbon, fell loosely around her shoulders.

Before long, a doctor carrying a medicine box came knocking at the door. Upon entering, he had intended to bow respectfully, but seeing someone else in the living room and catching the subtle warning in Zhao Yucheng's eyes, he immediately straightened up and walked in with a normal posture.

Before Chu Mei could finish speaking, Xu Ning pulled her into his arms, struggling slightly to signal that they should go to another room.

"Eternal Night, Eternal Night, haha!" Ao Wen kept muttering the words "Eternal Night" to himself, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Calculating the time, there should still be a while before Lou Sha's next dream sequence, so he left that place and returned to He Weiwei's home.

The World Cup had already kicked off, and aside from setting aside a small amount of money for his daily expenses, Luo Shuo had wagered his entire net worth on Germany.

"The boys from St. Peter's High School are coming to visit the school today. You must really want to go see them, right?"

In an instant, all the demonic beings along the blood-stained avenue outside the palace stopped in their tracks, consciously and automatically stepping aside to the road's edges, every single one of them filled with awe and reverence. Only Yan Hong'er, feeling anxious and acting a beat too slow, remained blocking the center of the walkway.

To them, saving face was more important than anything else, yet Xu Ning refused to grant them any face at all.

However, when he looked up at her face, a wave of inexplicable warmth welled up in his heart. Where this warmth came from, he had no way of knowing.

"Which damn bastard is so wicked to dig a pit this deep!" Ao Wen looked up at the ceiling, realizing that the palace surface must have been over a hundred meters above them. Who knows who dug this—it was most likely that old bastard in the Dao Emperor Realm.

As it turned out, mermaids had no other skills aside from the "Soul-Capturing Eight-Tone Scale" technique. This spell was divided into eight levels, or eight stages. Once the eighth-stage tone was unleashed, within a radius of a hundred zhang, regardless of whether they were players or monsters, everyone's bodies would fall out of their own control and be drawn in by the singing.

Leng Luo and Yingzi exchanged glances and walked together toward the detained Ouyang. Raising their blades in unison, they literally hacked the fake Dongfang Hai into four pieces. Blood gushed like the overflowing Yellow River, pooling thickly on the ground.

Seeing Lin Yang's movements and hearing his voice, the surrounding people couldn't help but exhale in relief while offering him their warmest applause.

After finally managing to steady his breathing, Zhang Can calmed down, looked at the drooping, weeping Zhou Nan, and quickly reached out to twist and pull out the car keys, holding them tightly in his hand.

Sophie was merely faking unconsciousness. Hearing these scumbags talk so unscrupulously about such filthy things, she felt both ashamed and furious, her teeth itching with hatred.

After a brief hesitation, Feng Haiqi realized that Wang Lu's order was the only viable option. Although fighting zombies in the dark was inconvenient, it was still better than becoming a sitting duck for the enemy's sharpshooters.

The magic slip was densely covered with writing, exceptionally detailed and comprehensive. Grandmaster Fang examined it carefully from start to finish and, finding no issues since these matters had all been previously discussed, pressed his thumb onto it. A red flash of light revealed a fingerprint on the slip, followed in turn by Fat Fang and Jia Chenchen pressing their seals as well.

The remote control in Feng Shiqi's hand slipped from her grasp and dropped onto the sofa. She was left torn between laughter and tears, staring hard at Feng Zhenzhen's face, only to find her looking completely earnest, unlike someone trying to pull a prank.

"Sigh, look at my marksmanship, missing even at this close range," a sigh suddenly rang out. Young Master Zhang dejectedly blew on the wisp of smoke curling from the muzzle of his gun, wearing an expression that looked like he was disappointed in iron for not turning into steel.

To let his subordinates know he was still in the city, the magician went to the congressional hall alone and summoned Fiona.

"You keep talking about Chen Ling'er on and on, but I am Chen Jiuxuan, not her. The person you love is not me, and I have already fallen for someone else, so please don't ever come looking for me again." All emotional fluctuation vanished from Chen Jiuxuan's face; she was as cold and aloof as a lotus flower atop a snowy mountain.

"I know, but I can never abandon Tao... abandon my partner and run away by myself," Jiang Yao shook his head and said firmly.