Chapter 200: Mental Pollution? What Is That Thing?

"You... in reality, are you a thief or an assassin?"

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask Wu Wang.

But the moment she said this, she suddenly frowned, feeling something was off.

This scene before her eyes felt strangely familiar.

"I'm an artist..."

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

"Except for a nemesis who likes to hunt you down in the city at night, so you've trained yourself to..."

The Lei Gang members, who had been watching this side, exchanged glances and couldn't help but show disappointment; it seemed the other party simply could not forgive Han Lei.

Aunt Song not only took care of Ye Xuanfeng's daily life but also helped him with many trivial matters.

The man, seeing the bloody mouth getting closer and closer to himself, had already given up hope; he closed his eyes, waiting for death to arrive.

It is said that those guests claimed they dared not eat inside, otherwise, who knows when they might be killed by the Ye family.

Zhao Chen began to eat; with every dish he tasted, he let out an exclamation of amazement—it was simply too delicious. This was probably the best dish Zhao Chen had ever had in his life.

"Roar, roar, roar!" The Dark Demon Lion King roared at Zhao Chen in the air. The black qi on the Dark Demon Lion King's body grew even more dense, gradually condensing into a pair of black wings, which then charged directly at Zhao Chen once again with a fierce burst.

During the time he was unconscious, that unfilial son took control of the entire Gao family; now he truly had no way out.

In the quiet house, faint sandalwood incense wafted through, making one's spirit feel slightly refreshed and Tao Zui. On the bed in the corner of the room lay a youth with faint breath, his face pale, as if he might draw his last breath at any moment.

He looked at Jian Yu, seeing her still calmly reviewing memorials as before, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Time passed bit by bit, and the old man's reaction grew increasingly intense. His facial skin kept trembling, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes joyful, but ultimately, it turned into boundless fear, along with that intense madness.

Seeing things were going badly, Zuo Jiang hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything! I'm just in a rush to use the toilet!" Saying this, he jumped off the bed, dashed into the bathroom, and then locked the door tightly.

Although relying on Kong Kong Er could hide one for a while, the space on this ship is not particularly large; with meticulous sensory scanning, even the slightest ripples in space would not escape the sharp eyes of an expert, making it easy to catch Yi Shuihan's tracks.

But in private, she would always speak to Ou Qingjin in an intimate tone and with an affectionate expression right in front of Xia Ruixi, talking about very ordinary matters, with no behavior to criticize, yet the expression and tone made people angry, filled with strong provocative intent.

"Liu Li? Liu Li? Meow... meow...?" Second Master Ou stood against the cold wind in the courtyard, stretching his neck to call for the cat; if not for the cat-calling sound coming from behind him, people might have thought he was calling for a person.

Xu Ming-ne, Xu Ju-hyun. I just realized today that besides Unnie Yoona, you are also someone who can make me so angry I could die. Just be happy. Wait until tonight; I will definitely let you experience what kind of temper a younger brother who has never gone crazy toward you actually has.

Su Fengxiao Xiao sat on a stool and began practicing internal energy. Practicing internal energy is absolutely the most boring, most tedious, and most meaningless thing in the game, so many people would rather spend a huge sum of money to get one-third of the effect in the same amount of time than practice it themselves.

Su Fengxiao Xiao stammered and finally told the truth: "I didn't bring any money!" This was indeed the truth, although the reason he didn't bring money was that he had no money.

Inside the hall, Xiaoyao's attack suddenly paused, as if checking a message. At this moment, he was not suppressed to the point of being unable to act, so naturally, if he wanted to pause, he could pause; if he wanted to check a message, he could check a message. Afterwards, he glanced again toward Su Fengxiao Xiao's side, looking at Jing Feng with thoughtful contemplation.