Chapter 62: I'll Beat You Until You're Dead

The empty underground garage was completely deserted at the moment.
"Feifei, please don't leave me. I truly love you..."
These inexplicable words drifted into her ears, leaving her utterly bewildered.
Song Yanzi was just about to speak when her mouth was suddenly covered by a hand, and her arms were tightly pinned. She tried to struggle, but could not muster the slightest bit of strength.

"Ouch!" She quickly put down the kitchen knife, frowned, and looked at her cut finger. "What's wrong?" Having just arrived at the doorway and hearing the cry, he hurried over.

The old servant was quick-witted. Seeing Li Danruo wrap her cloak tightly around herself, she smiled and said, "It's cold outside. Madam, Young Mistress, let's go inside to warm up." Seizing the opportunity, Li Danruo curtsied to bid farewell to Lady Yan, and followed the servant into the grand parlor ahead.

Lingyang suffered the misfortune of a sudden reversal of fortune, forgetting that a piece of sticky rice cake was still left on his seat. He sat right down on it, crushing the cake into a muddy mess, while the red and yellow bean paste filling smeared all over his trousers.

Following the man's aggressive move, Lingyang and the others immediately sensed a faint fluctuation of supernatural energy. Without a moment's hesitation, Luo Tu kicked heavily against the thick iron security door wrapped in soft leather, smashing a large hole right through it. Gripping the edges of the jagged steel shreds with both hands, he exerted all his strength and tore the security door completely off its frame.

I looked up just in time to catch his icy gaze. My heart gave a sudden, violent jolt, and I immediately averted my eyes.

"Baby, why did you agree when she asked you, but not when I did?" he asked, struggling to suppress his anger.

Thor had recovered somewhat, and his speech was much clearer now. He tried to pry at the small patch with his fingers, but unfortunately, it could not be removed at all.

Upon receiving the call from Su Yuyang, Feng Ji rushed over in a flurry. As soon as he stepped into the hospital room, he was greeted by the sight of Su Yuyang's face, which bore a complex mix of sorrow and joy.

The other figure had a black precious wheel hovering above his head, with a blue face and sharp fangs, looking just like a demon crawled up from the abyss, ferocious and terrifying. This was a primordial demon born from the underworld, having achieved Dao through unconventional means, though it was only of ordinary caliber. However, the precious wheel above its head was a supreme nether artifact, an immortal treasure on the same tier as the desolate pagoda and the immortal bell.

Seeing Lingyang, Uncle Jin smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. Since Jin Haibiao's defeat was already sealed, he was furrowing his brows and racking his brain, trying to figure out how to turn the tables, and completely ignored Lingyang.

Chen Youyi, who had set out early in the morning and was currently heading up the mountain with Qin Ziheng, had no idea what kind of wrath from Mu Xiulian awaited her upon her return.

Chen Youyi and Mo Xincheng shared only a single objective: to make Xue'er face this matter head-on and free her from fear.

In the past, this would have been something Lin Tao could never even have imagined, especially after his fallout with Zhuo. Without someone to guide him, trying to achieve a breakthrough in such a short time would have been simply impossible.

At this thought, Xue Wuhen chuckled softly to himself, thinking: You old fellows, you are already old now, and this blade belongs to me.

His voice was somewhat hoarse, as low as the lowest note of a zither, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness that made one tremble. Glancing toward the doorway where a few people had just entered, Yun Suyu had no choice but to temporarily play along with him.

As an analyst, Liujer also had a wise strategist supporting him from behind, but compared to Zhuo Fan, his backing was clearly not strong enough, which was why he had repeatedly made concessions.

She reached out to flick away a fallen peach blossom petal resting casually on him, squinting as she watched Wenren Bai, who was now covered from head to foot in flower pollen, laugh until she shook with mirth.

However, this time, because the Wang and Zhao families had secretly engaged in trade with the Tatars beyond the frontier and even leaked intelligence belonging to the Great Ming, it was virtually equivalent to treason.

Today was already the second day of the competition, with tomorrow marking the final day. Without a doubt, the probability of teams encountering one another would increase dramatically, making the battles even more ferocious and bloody.

His words immediately brought a smile to Chen Youyi's face. She really had not misjudged him; at least his performance in this very first step was exceptionally good and greatly to her liking—he was a clever and astute person.