Chapter 200: Spiritual Pollution? What

"You… in real life, are you a thief or a killer?"

Xiao Xiao couldn't help asking Wu Wang.

But the moment she spoke those words, she furrowed her brow, sensing something was off.

This scene before her felt strangely familiar.

"I'm an artist…"

Yet before Wu Wang could finish his reply, she immediately cut in:

"But you have a deadly rival who chases you through the city at night, so you've trained yourself to…"

The Lei Gang members watching this side exchanged glances, their expressions turning disappointed—they clearly believed the other party could never forgive Han Lei.

Aunt Song not only took care of Ye Xuanfeng's daily needs but also handled many of his tedious affairs.

The man watched the bloodied maw draw nearer, abandoned hope, closed his eyes, and waited for death.

It was said that those guests claimed they dared not eat inside, or else they might one day be killed by the Ye family.

Zhao Chen began eating; with every dish he tasted, he gasped in awe—it was simply delicious. This was likely the best meal Zhao Chen had ever had in his life.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The Dark Demon Lion King roared at Zhao Chen in midair. The black qi swirling around it grew denser, gradually coalescing into a pair of black wings as it charged at Zhao Chen once more.

During his coma, that rebellious son seized control of the Gao family—he truly had no way to stop him now.

In the quiet room, faint sandalwood incense curled through the air, bringing a slight sense of ease and enchantment. On a bed in the corner, a faintly breathing boy lay pale as death, as if he might expire at any moment.

He glanced at Jian Yu and saw her still calmly reviewing memorials, just as she always had, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Time slipped away, and the old man's reactions grew more intense. His facial muscles trembled uncontrollably—now sorrowful, now joyful—but finally settled into boundless terror and wild madness.

Zuo Jiang saw things turning bad and frantically waved his hands: "I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything! I just really need to use the toilet!" He leapt off the bed and dashed into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him.

Although Kongkong'er could conceal him temporarily, the ship's space was limited; any subtle ripple in the space caused by his movements would still be detected by experts, making it easy to track Yi Shuihan's whereabouts.

But privately, she always spoke to Ou Qingjin in an intimate tone and expression whenever Xia Ruixi was nearby, discussing trivial matters with nothing overtly improper—but her expression and tone were deliberately provocative, infuriating to observe.

"Liu Li? Liu Li? Mi… mi…?" Old Master Ou stood in the courtyard against the biting wind, neck stretched out, calling for the cat—if not for the cat-calling tone, one might think he was summoning a person.

Xu Mang Nei. Xu Zhuxian. Today I just realized that besides Yun'er Jie, you're another person who can drive me insane. Enjoy yourself. Tonight, I'll make you experience exactly what my usually calm brother Jing is truly like when he loses his temper.

Feng Xiaoxiao sat on a wooden stool and began practicing internal cultivation. Practicing internal cultivation was undoubtedly the most boring, tedious, and uninspiring thing in the game, which is why so many people gladly paid huge sums for a third of the effect in the same time rather than train themselves.

Feng Xiaoxiao stammered and finally admitted the truth: "I don't have any money!" It was indeed true—even if the reason he didn't have money was because he had none.

Xiao Yao's attack in the hall suddenly paused—he seemed to be checking a message. He wasn't under pressure or pinned down, so naturally he could stop whenever he wanted and check messages. He glanced again toward Feng Xiaoxiao, gazing thoughtfully at Jing Feng.