Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny Chapter 1160 591: Give Old Tang an Even Harder Time

His hand reached for the toolbox, and instantly, it froze in place.

Then, he began to sweat...

Hmm? Sothing seems off!

I was supposed to install the cara, but where's the cara?!

That Ji guy didn't give one at all!

He just gave a broken lighter, which is still in my pocket.

For a mont, Tang Qian was a bit dumbfounded. He instinctively took out his phone, wanting to contact Ji Jue, but for so reason, after entering here, Ji Jue had gone silent, reading ssages without replying.

As a result, he looked at the ss he'd made of the distribution box and realized he had no idea how to put this thing back...

Oh my God, sothing's gone wrong!

He scratched his head, falling into a stupor, completely unaware of the occasional glances cast his way, slowly turning into a hint of suspicion.

Tang Qian scratched his head for a long ti, unable to figure out what exactly Ji Jue was up to... Just as he was preparing an excuse to slip away, he turned around and was suddenly stunned, his hair standing on end.

A beautiful face had sohow appeared behind him.

So close.

Quietly watching him, as if curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah?"

Tang Qian hesitated for a second, then smiled: "Checking for, um, electrical... hiccups, I think there's a problem with the main switch."

Saying this, he picked up the toolbox, not caring about anything else, ready to bolt:

"I'll go down and have a look, it'll be quick."

"Is that so?"

Erica seed to have an epiphany, pretending not to sll the scent of lies. Instead of moving aside, she reached out and slowly closed the half-open door.

Click, a soft sound.

Tang Qian stood frozen in place.

Then, he felt a slender finger gently press against his chest.

Amidst the fragrant air, Erica leaned in with a playful smile: "Did you know? I suddenly feel like the power outage isn't all that urgent...

Don't you feel a bit hot?"

"Ahem, indeed, a bit."

Tang Qian tried to inch back: "How about I first go..."

"Your muscles are quite well-toned, you don't have any belly at all."

That slender finger already traced down his pectoral muscles, swirling lightly around his navel, bringing a subtle ticklish and tingling sensation.

A soft body sohow pressed against him, those talking eyes blinking at him: "Did you specifically train? You're completely different from other repairn..."

"I do have a habit of working out."

Tang Qian's expression twitched, resisting the urge to blush, playing hard to get: "Miss, don't do this, I'm not that kind of guy."

"Relax, don't be so tense."

Erica whispered softly, her cool, slender fingers stroking the stubble on his chin, inch by inch, her whispers gentle: "I just want you to help with sothing, you wouldn't refuse , would you?"

Wait, haven't I seen this plot sowhere before...

Such a classic!

The touching and heart-wrenching pure love story between a repairman and a female client, filled with many classic lines and scenes... I rember, I rember it all!

But it's not right, would that dog Ji Jue really be so kind as to give so many benefits?!

Is there really a super friendship?!

Tang Qian hesitated, caught in a struggle between acceptance and refusal.

Should he just enjoy it first, or enjoy it first, or enjoy it first...

Such a difficult decision!

In his hesitation, he only felt the breath so close growing heavier, still heavier, even heavier...

Until the fragrance could no longer mask the stench, the sll of rot wafting from that nightmare-like Blood Bowl of a mouth that was gradually opening.

"Hmm?"

Tang Qian couldn't help but open his eyes, "Holy—"

Only to see sharp black hair sprouting from that beautiful face, alongside bone changes, one side appeared delicate and pitiful, yet the other side had already grown dense and exuberant hair, swelling to an unbelievable degree.

The instant the cheek turned, the allure and enchantnt vanished, only a gaping, grinning maw stretched wide, reaching out.

Enveloping his head entirely.

Crack!

A row of knife-sharp teeth closed down, severing the neck, lifting, without so much as a chew, swallowing it whole, skin and bones.

Then imdiately, it pounced on the headless body, greedily sucking, unwilling to waste even a drop.

Desperate to consu every part.

On that mutated face, six hungry eyes darted to each side, alert to any movent...

At the mont it sensed sothing amiss, the suspicious wolf suddenly displayed its fangs to the stunned repairman!

Ruthlessly cruel, without regard for reason.

This lascivious, self-presented at hadn't been tasted in ages!

Though unsure who it was dealing with, it didn't matter. Once digested, everything would be clear... At worst, just shed a skin and make the other disappear at will.

In Central Earth, such matters were all too common.

The rapidly expanding, mutating beast spread its arms wide, as if embracing, sharp claws lifting the headless body, joyously chewing.

Feeling that long-lost sweet warmth flowing steadily, sliding down its throat, settling into its belly, so satisfying, such delight!

Only gradually, sothing seed off.

Why does this blood...

Keep getting spicier?!

Bang!

Before it could even react, a muffled sound was heard.

From the pocket of the mutilated corpse, the lighter suddenly exploded, and from beneath the layers of disguised spiritual circuits, instead of releasing liquefied gas, a brilliant spread of silver-white quickly erged.

In an instant, it expanded.

The Three Phases circulated, from dormant to activated, the flowing rcury Vapor spread like a living creature across the sealed room, covering every inch of space.

Solid alchemy, sealing inside and out, isolating all Spiritual Fluctuations!

At the sa ti, it brought in the latest instructions from the client:

"—Take action!"

At that instant, the wolf beast with a throat burning from spice couldn't help but roar, opening its mouth and spewing literal flas.

Fierce Blood Flas surged like a tidal wave, streaming hotly, clinging like viscous gasoline, entwining the wolf beast's esophagus and intestines, erupting from the inside out.

Just like an incendiary bomb.

Pop!

Between its claws, the headless body, its limp fingers abruptly tightened, pulled a battle axe from nowhere out of four-dinsional space, and stabbed straight into that massive mouth!

With the sacrificial offering returned, the once hollow shell of flesh and bone rapidly grew, revealing a face filled with tearful resentnt, accusing and questioning:

"Beast! Is this what you call a super friendship?!"