Who else was unconvinced? (4)
"Do you think you're qualified to recognize me with the skills of three cats? Pah! "
Zhen Xiaoxiao kicked the Samsara General, whose jaw was broken.
He clearly wanted to admit defeat, but she mistook him for "knowing" her. The fat one felt really wronged.
"Fairy Shaoning, spare me! I … I know a shocking secret!!! "
Daoist He Huo seriously suspected that the female tyrant in front of him did it on purpose. It seemed that he couldn't admit defeat and could only break his arm to survive!
Gritting his teeth, He Huo ignored the safety of his companions and pounced forward to hug Zhen Xiaoxiao's thigh. Unexpectedly, with the loud sound of a bell, the other party's vigorous blood power was released. It was like a huge wave, instantly slapping him a hundred meters away and pasting him on the stone wall.
Ah …
Comfortable.
A trace of red smoke leaked out from the corner of Zhen Xiaoxiao's mouth. Her eyes were glistening. She looked beautiful and evil, valiant and fierce.
It wasn't until these two sandbags were beaten into the shape of tofu that she barely felt the killing intent awakened in her body after advancing to the Mahayana Realm was dispelled.
It seemed that every time she advanced in the future, she needed to prepare some opponents in advance to vent her anger.
However, the top hundred cultivators of Sleepless Tower were all so weak … Tsk tsk, it really exceeded her expectations. Compared to these two little bums, Yan Zifeng was much more fun to fight.
The two in front of her had terrible defense, and their movements were frighteningly slow. In the whole fight, they didn't even successfully cast a decent magical power. Only their physical strength was barely enough, and it was still a little fun to fight.
"Does anyone else want to fight?"
With her hands behind her back, her figure was like a haze. One moment, she seemed to exist in the world, and the next moment, she seemed to be hidden in another dimension.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's talent, the Saint Pattern Beast Emperor, successfully copied Yunze's technique of illusion and reality. This technique seemed to touch upon the Eight Ultimate Dao of illusion and reality, which was very rare.
The Samsara General, whose jaw had been smashed, and He Huo, who was plastered on the stone wall, had tears flowing down their cheeks. It was obvious that this female yaksha didn't want to hear them admit defeat. She just thought they were entertaining her.
Therefore, the two of them didn't dare to make a sound and just shook their heads desperately. However, their captive, the one with orange curly hair, was so excited that his cheeks were swollen and he let out a hurried scream.
"I, I, I, I …"
"You?"
Zhen Xiaoxiao sized up Curly Hair suspiciously. Previously, he had guessed that Curly Hair was most likely a Paragon Mundane Realm cultivator and his own … teammate. Why did he take the initiative to jump out and refuse to accept it at this juncture?
Don't worry!
If you don't like it, then fight!
Zhen Xiaoxiao didn't take Curly Hair seriously and raised his fist again.
"I, I, I, I, I, I want to say … I'm one of us!"
I took a long time before Curly Hair managed to finish the second half of his sentence. He was probably frightened by Zhen Xiaoxiao's action. His face twitched.
"I remember now. This kid is called Jiang Xiu. He's a new Paragon Hundred. His martial arts aren't bad, but he stutters badly." Shaoning Jun's eyes flashed as he hurried over to Zhen Xiaoxiao's ear and said, "But the person hiding behind Jiang Xiu … I can't recognize him even after thinking for a long time. There's a strange aura on him. You … have to be careful. It might be a trap from Sleepless Tower. "
Because Shaoning's attention had been on the masked person, he hadn't recognized Xiu Er immediately.
Strange aura …
Zhen Xiaoxiao had also sensed it.
It was her fault for being disturbed by the murderous aura in her body and only thinking about punching the sandbag. Now, looking at the masked person, the injuries under the black clothes … were clearly the corrosive aura of the Essence Eroding Demonic Pill!
I've been adjusting my body recently. I might have to go for a minor surgery in half a month.
The herpes is already under control, but my facial nerves are in pain. The doctor says that I'll slowly recover if I don't tire myself out.
I don't have the courage to go for a colonoscopy, but I've been seeing a traditional Chinese doctor recently. The medicine is rather effective. The doctor also says that I've been suffering from insomnia due to a lack of energy for a long time. My body is out of balance and needs to recuperate. When my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I'll go to a Western doctor to do a blood test for tumor indicators.
I'll have to check if CA 19-9 (carbohydrate antigen 19-9) has returned to normal.
I'll probably have to take medicine for a few more months for mycoplasma infection.
As for the back pain, it might be related to sitting for too long. Not going to the orthopedics department could also be due to the radiation from my stomach problems …
All in all, I'd chosen a job that was mentally taxing, and I hadn't been managing my emotions or maintaining a regular schedule for a long time.
I still wanted to write, so I had to spend some time to get my body back on track. I might have to maintain four more minutes.
It was still the same sentence.
Looking back, the past was all a trap. But feeling the present, you're still here. This life was worth it.
(End of this chapter)
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