Chapter 64: Only I Can Wear It, Not the Other Beast Husbands

Yun Fu was growing intrigued by Jiang Si's roleplay, eager to see just how far the man would go.

Yet, to others, bringing a strange male home was indeed rather odd, leaving her at a loss for how to explain it.

Jiang Si did not consider this bionic man a rival in love, but he still felt an instinctive repulsion toward any non-biological male lingering near Yun Fu.

Upon hearing those words, he put on an utterly pitiful expression and said, "Mister, please don't make things difficult for Fufu."

Compared to Mozart, Ivan's reaction was somewhat bizarre. He simply held his sword in both hands, pointing it diagonally toward Mozart, and watched with a calm expression as the infernal creature lunged forward with fierce momentum.

Demetrius, dressed in a white tunic, held his horse by the reins, waiting for him at the temple entrance where the steps had long since vanished.

"Understood!" Li Ke immediately leaped into the air, swung his long sword, decapitated the enemy general, broke through the heavy encirclement, and chopped down the central army's grand banner.

At that moment, I understood as well—that lump was certainly no tumor, and it was even less likely to be an egg! It was a living, breathing hungry ghost, which explained why Old Man Jiang had said it was a creature.

"These are not things I can decide," Pan Changchun said with a dry throat. Not to mention him, even the top seven most powerful figures in existence could not easily produce any single one of these conditions.

It was a very ordinary movement, the kind even ordinary people would use in a street fight, with no intense collision to speak of, yet at that very moment, it made a god shriek in terror—a wretched, agonizing sound, as though it had suffered the ultimate injury.

"Yes! Chief!" Hou Wu hauled over a bundle and pulled out numerous treasures. Each piece gleamed with golden light, dazzling to the eye, clearly not items belonging to ordinary folk. Among them was even the seal of a Tujue Khan.

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the dual-blade adventurer as he said, "Our generous employer only asked us to guard the outer perimeter of Casablanca, and the same goes for those powerful Saint-tier figures! Look at this."

Senior Brother Zou from the Courtyard of Elite Disciples stroked his beard, chuckled wretchedly, and muttered to himself with great satisfaction.

As for the tipping data, it was all recorded within the Qidian servers, invisible even to Wang Kun.

Moreover, the board of directors today was no longer the same board from back when her maternal grandfather, Jiang Zishan, was in power.

She retreated to an empty hospital bed on the side, sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing, and secretly supplemented it with a large amount of spiritual spring water. After quite a while, her pale complexion finally began to recover.

"Brother Chang'an, if Brother Mu uses it, it will indeed be much better than us." Song Dazhi and the others, who had barely participated in this battle, took the initiative to speak up.

Although it was evident that the protagonist this time was a somewhat precocious and high-quality individual who would try his best to micro-manage when facing adversity and execute the player's strategies as much as possible,

Fortunately, he ultimately lacked the heart to remain indifferent and reached out a helping hand when she needed it most.

"Trust me, my words are as good as my word." Yi's style remained as cold and indifferent as ever, his voice devoid of even a shred of emotional ripple.

In his memories, this ball of flame, sent as aid from a transcendent existence, had once helped him defeat one formidable enemy after another, guiding him step by step toward that imperfect ending of the three lifetimes.

Qiao Weidong understood and hurriedly waved his hand casually, as if he had merely been scratching an itch on his waist.

Li Feifei had just stepped out of the car. Having arrived early and keeping a close watch on the venue entrance, Tang Zihan spotted her immediately and waved.

Although Chen Che had no desire to eavesdrop on others, his hearing had surpassed the ordinary, and he knew the old man had uttered only three words to Wei Qingyang.

"Fine, you've got guts!" the skinny demonic cultivator said, swinging the long sword in his hand and unleashing a ball of flames. The sword Qi, wrapped in purple fire, came roaring toward Li Yu.

"I am seeing you because I appreciate you, and it has nothing to do with status! I took a liking to you outside Yingtian Prefecture, so how about we become friends?" the man said with a smile.