"Are you really mine, or are you his?"
Trapped inside Yue Xiong by Tang Feifei, Qiu Tu experienced a facial cleanser unlike anything Fang Tangtang had to offer.
Plus, Tang Feifei's beautiful wheat-colored skin.
Oddly, a new descriptor popped into Qiu Tu's mind: chocolate milk?
While daydreaming to himself, Qiu Tu hurried to explain, "Feifei, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
"We're definitely on the sa side. But... your rank's a bit low, and even if I help you, you can't beco Deputy Speaker."
"So, it's better if we first help Uncle Liu."
"You heard him too, he said he would rember our favor."
"Once he gets promoted, won't your appointnt co soon?"
In truth, both understood the logic in Qiu Tu's words, but... Tang Feifei clearly just wanted to take the opportunity to erupt!
Therefore, she keenly caught the inappropriateness in Qiu Tu's words.
With a "hehe" laugh, she coldly said, "My position is low?"
"Okay, great. You've revealed your true thoughts, huh?"
"No problem, my position may be low, but it's still two ranks above yours!"
"Tonight, I'll let you experience what it ans when one rank trumps the rest!"
"Co on! Get up and practice martial arts!"
With that, Tang Feifei flipped over, Ma Qi on top of Qiu Tu, and then began her conquest of Qiu Tu!
And what could Qiu Tu do? He could only sip on chocolate milk and try to keep up...
Maybe Tang Feifei was slightly angry, for this ti she guided Qiu Tu's martial arts without holding back a bit!
Thus, that night, Qiu Tu truly got trained without any temper left...
Rain fell "whooshing" outside the window.
As if cleansing the whole of Xinjie City.
And amidst that "whooshing" rain, a pale green phantom, only visible through "Spiritual Vision," flashed across Xinjie City...
If one slowed down her speed a few tis and observed closely, they would find it was none other than the fallen Larilo...
"What the hell is up with that old man! Eight-arm Lei Gong?! Manifesting a divine body!"
"He smashed my Divine Body with his bare hands?!"
"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?!"
"Even if I'm not at my peak, this is still way too exaggerated, right?"
"Is he the Evil God, or am I the Evil God?!"
"#@%*!"
"What path is he really on?!"
After cursing a few tis in her heart, Larilo hovered in the air, cautiously looking around.
"Luckily... if there's one thing I don't have, it's a strong vitality."
"Even if my Divine Body is shattered, and I no longer possess the status of a Fourth Order Cataclysmic, nor do I have a Domain or various powers."
"But... at least I'm still alive!"
The continuous blows from the last few days clearly stretched her spirit taut, to the point she began to mutter to herself.
"Moreover, not only am I alive, but I also have that damned sister!"
"As long as I sustain my consciousness, get through these days."
"I can find a chance to contact her!"
"With her around, just a few bites off her and returning to my peak isn't a dream!"
At this thought, Larilo's sanguine eyes were filled with an evil gleam, "By then! I must dismber those four who plotted against ! Hurt ! Into pieces and scatter their ashes to the wind!"
Thinking this, Larilo took a deep breath. Then, with her eyes closed, she sensed the "Reproduction" power of the path she was on...
Shortly, she abruptly opened her eyes, looking towards a nondescript villa among a cluster not too far away.
'A normal person rejuvenated many tis by a Second Order Cataclysmic?'
'Just lost her virginity, turned into a woman?'
'But without traces of a Cataclysmic nearby?'
'There's Reproduction power, but low danger?'
Feeling that aura, Larilo hesitated.
Truth be told, her current self only had her consciousness left, her soul in such fragility it couldn't withstand any turbulence.
If she didn't find a suitable possession target before the sunrise, then she might truly fall completely.
But the problem was... the requirents for her possession target were rather stringent:
It had to be a normal person and must have "Reproduction" related power—that is, the person must have fused with a Cataclysmic!
Only then could she recover swiftly.
More troubleso was... the Cataclysmic had to et a certain strength criterion. A Third Order Cataclysmic wouldn't do because just a scan from one could likely detect Larilo.
A First Order might barely do, but the recovery would be slow.
So, the best option was a Second Order Cataclysmic: they wouldn't detect her but could quickly restore her power.
Therefore, this target was truly top-notch.
It was only after much difficulty and a long search through Xinjie City that she finally encountered it.
But what made her hesitate was... she was too familiar with the owner of that aura: Qiu Tu.
To be honest, in the vast Xinjie City, there were really only two people that Larilo felt wary or afraid of.
One was Yan Chen, and the other was Qiu Tu.
The forr calculated her like a dog, nearly killing her in his Domain. The latter was like drinking water when it ca to tricking people, more adept than she, an Evil God, at beguiling hearts.
And, whether it was the Evil God's sixth sense or not, she always felt like Qiu Tu had a hand in tonight's ambush.
So, at her weakest, she really didn't want to interact with Qiu Tu, fearing being calculated by him.
It's just... she had already been carefully moving throughout Xinjie City for an entire night. Her consciousness was growing weaker by the mont and couldn't hold on much longer.
And most importantly... there were a few Third Order Cataclysmics in Xinjie City. Larilo had been very careful to avoid them.
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