Chapter 204: 201, Manufacturing Aversion, Spreading Plague (6K, 1/1)

201. Create revulsion, spread plague (6K, 1/1)

"Under these circumstances, how can you get your mother back to normal?"

Zhou Chang, pulling on the noose wrapped around Xu Xiangfei’s neck, asked directly.

Facing Xu Xiangfei head-on and observing closely, Zhou Chang realized that although Xu Xiangfei was now emaciated and his breath reeked of decay, he was not dead—his heart was still beating.

Yet, it was also true that this man carried a distinct "ghostly stench" unlike any living person.

The power of these three lightning tribulations was even more terrifying; as soon as they appeared, the sky erupted with a deafening roar, as if the world were ending.

"Princess, you're still as fierce as ever—you'll never find a husband at this rate," Ye Han chuckled mischievously, then suddenly tightened his arms, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

"No problem," Bi Ran immediately agreed to Lin Yifeng’s request without hesitation.

For example, Karl’s labor battalion is straightforward—if you study and practice, you can easily accomplish it.

The good thing is that these two are usually swamped with duties; even though they’re in the same college, seeing each other is hard. Today’s opportunity is rare—if you don’t seize it to get closer to your superiors, you might as well have spent your decades growing up as dogs.

Earlier, no matter how much he reasoned with her, Zhu Que’er stubbornly refused to listen. But now, with his gentle tone, she nodded obediently without a moment’s hesitation.

Entering the bedroom, Li Sanniang was weeping, leaning against the bedhead with a veil over her face. Xu Ruoxue darted forward and, before anyone in the room could react, ripped the veil off Li Sanniang’s face.

After chatting for a while, Qin Tao suddenly pointed at Lin Yifeng, who was sitting beside him, and laughed to everyone.

However, many customers were amused by the girls’ service attitude—calm, composed, and neither subservient nor arrogant, unlike other restaurants where, upon seeing Japanese customers, they’d grovel like their ancestors had risen from the underworld, bowing and scraping, desperate to become their grandchildren and worship them.

Lang Qi’s mind suddenly rang with the Master’s notification, followed by a cold, emotionless, mechanical voice.

As Fernand was about to speak in his calm tone, a piercing alarm suddenly blared through the spacious, luxurious villa. At that moment, not only Fernand and Suyalongsuo froze in shock, but all the guards around them—whether white, black, or Filipino—were stunned silent.

Meng Fan smiled; he knew Long Saifei’s shooting skills well. Based on Shen Hanyan’s performance just now, she was at most on the same level as Tong Mengyao—nowhere near Li Qiuyun or Long Saifei.

As Meng Fan slowly paced, he listened intently and heard breathing beneath the bed. "Who’s there? Come out!" Meng Fan raised his gun and shouted loudly.

Li Qin had already prepared the studio—so he was going to teach me music? Whatever, it doesn’t matter; after all, this body has an absolute advantage in singing.

Zhen Ming urged them—they had planned to go shopping today. But Chunxia wouldn’t go; she needed to organize her research materials. And Ji Yi had vanished since early morning, nowhere to be found.

These matters weren’t being hidden from the Zhao family because the First Hospital didn’t want to—they simply couldn’t afford the damage to its reputation.

After speaking, Hubert reached out to embrace Alice. Alice, who had been kneeling on the ground, quickly retreated. "Don’t come near me!" She likely retreated too hastily and fell onto the wooden platform, crying out in pain.

Jiang Mengli wasn’t dazzled by Aotian’s fabricated dreams; she understood her own limitations perfectly. She didn’t crave anything—she only wished to live a carefree life, free from the constant fear and anxiety.

After completing all this, Miaomiao felt a pang of guilt, as if she’d cheated—but the guilt lasted no more than a few seconds.

Shuobajianghuagebaoxiayinlepenquan ， Zhuaizhutazhuanshenxianghuayuanwaidabumaiqu ， Yihuitou ， Quejianjudadexuehongyueliangdangkongyiyue ， Tiaoshanglesifangtianmudezhengzhongyang 。

As Lin Yuan yuan spoke, she showed not the slightest hint of shyness—not even a blush—she sounded as if she were stating the most ordinary fact.

He wanted Li Luowei to know that this time, he would never again be careless—he wouldn’t let her slip away from him again.

Vice Dean Lin understood Zhao Yuhuan and Miaomiao so deeply that even his analogy was spot-on. But… weren’t Germany and Japan allies during WWII?

Li Luowei looked up in terror, meeting Beiming Ye’s icy, frostbitten face—she froze, unable to wipe away her tears.

The golden-pink tongue raised its head, glanced once more at the crowd, and two large, glistening tears rolled down. Its belly’s twin rows of round, pearly teeth clicked together, then it turned and leapt into the boundless darkness below the cave.

Shangguan Ao was delighted by this sight—Tang Hanfeng truly loved Youyou; this greatly increased his own chances, allowing him to possess Yang Shimin alone.

Luo Xuan suddenly descended vertically from above, spreading his arms to form a radiant lotus-net. The giant turtle was instantly caught in the true immortal’s net, thrashing and roaring violently, rolling and twisting within the web, crushing buildings on either side—luckily, the town had long been abandoned.

"Then I’ll follow your advice—this must be kept absolutely secret. If the administrator finds out, it’ll be trouble," I said, frowning.

"Hey boss, do you really believe what Chu Qiang said?" Fang Jie complained as they left the unnamed mansion.

Xue Qianwu knew her father’s nature well—but while he was greedy, she didn’t think he had the guts for this.