Chapter 60 Slit-Mouthed Woman

The cleaner's mouth stretched wider and wider, gradually heading toward an uncontrollable extent.

The skin behind her ears tore open, revealing a huge, elongated, bloody mouth across her face.

Lu Xi's heart jolted. Could this be... the Slit-Mouthed Woman?!

"Am I pretty?" The cleaner split her smile wide and tilted her head at them.

Her mouth was opened so enormously that it felt like she could swallow the few of them whole in the next second.

They turned and ran...

Zheng Chen's expression was incomparably calm. Floating in mid-air, he looked at Qin Changtian not far away and pointed a finger at him.

However, regardless of any justified reasons, when Li Erlong had such physical contact with Li Mei, there was indeed a subconscious sense of taking advantage, along with a feeling of deep enjoyment and reluctance to let go.

He Daqiang looked completely like an old shrew, standing with hands on hips and shouting at Zhao Cuixia. There was not a shred of manliness about him; instead, he resembled a shrew scolding people on the street.

Bullet after bullet fell, their violent energy tearing through the air wildly and harvesting lives one by one.

"Did you all think I was a dead man?" A familiar voice echoed in everyone's mind, sending chills down their spines.

What they never expected was that Li Erlong would see through their identities so easily, leading to the current situation.

It was rare to see Han Qing acting so childishly, and Sun Buqi smiled secretly to himself, only then remembering that she was only twenty-six years old.

After all, in this era, family background and social standing barriers remained extremely severe, and no one was willing to hand over their ancestral heritage to outsiders.

Seeing the sweet profits, Li Xiangyang expanded the scale. Now, more than fifty partners and over fifty freelance assistants had settled into the Coconut Wind Internet Cafe.

Ahead, Shen Yunxi and Yi Xue were chatting away, radiating an air of sweetness that was frankly a bit too much for the two trailing behind them.

As time passed, the golden glow on Kamiya Seiya grew increasingly intense, and Ishida Kyuemon's mouth slowly widened.

Those hundreds of soldiers were the Emperor's imperial guards, each possessing formidable strength. As they marched now, their footsteps shook the ground like a collapsing mountain or an overwhelming sea.

Lin Peng frowned and pondered for a moment. What Ling Ling said was indeed very truth; things capable of destroying his physical body had now appeared, and there was more than one kind, so he needed to be vigilant.

Having had no phone for the past few days, she was basically cut off from the outside world. With Mu Ningyuan saying nothing, Miao Miao had never imagined how many people were worried about her.

Chang Le strained her ears to listen for a moment longer, then spoke with a serious expression: "They seem to have figured out that this car is yours and have decided to pack you up and take you away."

If Lin Qingyun entered the inner clan, coupled with his connection to the city lord, his own days ahead probably wouldn't be so easy. *I hope someone can defeat him,* Lin Pan kept praying in his heart.

Without further ado, Lin Peng signaled for Yan Qing to enter first, and then he pulled Ling Ling along, carrying Bai Mo inside with them.

He paid little attention to the external environment, focusing entirely on following close behind Miao Miao so that the crowded supermarket throng wouldn't separate them.

Su Zheng grabbed his hand, massaged it in a circle over her abdomen, and then stopped before saying, "Alright, let's begin."

However, looking at the grand trend of the world today, anyone with the slightest bit of insight could see it clearly. She refused to believe that while the various feudal princes on the side were stirring with ambition, the Prince of Shunan would remain indifferent.

"She's probably dead already, right?" Xu Mumu wondered, when suddenly, Qi Chisu sat bolt upright.

The commander of the city guards wore a look of intense vexation. The rumors seemed to have sprung up overnight, dropping from the skies with no traceable origin. He had no idea who those people were to dare fabricate rumors about the Emperor himself.

Hearing Zhang Piantian's inquiry, Ma Jingwu's expression shifted slightly, uncertain how to answer the question.