Before Long Chen could even speak, a blood-red glow fell and cleaved her in two.
"Go to hell!" All of a sudden, Long Chen let out a low growl.
His body surged forward rapidly, a tyrannical palm print mixed with three colors, hammering toward Zhang Xiaohao’s head from behind.
"Scum, die!" Zhang Xiaohao snorted coldly.
With a kick at the tip of the handle of the Xingtian Battle Axe, the axe rolled in the air, flipping fiercely several times, bringing a sharp cold gleam as it chopped towards Long Chen.
The air seemed to stop altogether in the wake of everything.
"Why has it come to this? Why? I am so unwilling!" Long Chen ranted as if he had gone mad.
"To think you could even use your own woman as a shield, you truly deserve to die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"No! It shouldn’t end , I am a powerhouse on both lists; I can’t die!" Long Chen roared madly.
"Scum will always be scum! Even if you were endowed with immense abilities, you’ll never escape the fate of a scumbag!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
"Ha ha... Zhang Xiaohao, you’ve killed me, and you’ve also killed the purple-clad girl, my master the Three Extremes Master and the forces behind her, they will not let you off..."
Before Long Chen could finish his words, his body suddenly exploded.
Blood mixed with bits of flesh rushed into the river.
Seeing that Long Chen was thoroughly dead, Zhang Xiaohao’s guarded spirit finally relaxed, and his body, exhausted, fell into the river.
This battle had truly exhausted him to his limits.
The strength of Long Chen and the purple-clad girl was simply too overwhelming.
So overwhelming that he almost got overturned by them, luckily, the fourth layer of the Netherworld Demon Body was close to Great Success before the fight, dramatically increasing his physical strength, and accompanied by various trump cards and methods, he was finally able to narrowly slay the two.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaohao didn’t even have the strength to move.
Lying in the river, drifting along with the water, his pitch-black eyes stared up at the night sky.
"Such a perfect night, if only Xue’er were here with me," Zhang Xiaohao thought wistfully to himself.
Gazing at the night sky, where stars dazzled and the milky way seemed to unroll like poetry.
Especially in the countryside, the air is clear, filled with vitality, and the fragrance of flowers and birdsong, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohao’s mood is exceptionally serene.
Gradually, Zhang Xiaohao’s mind was filled with the memories of everything since he descended the mountain at his master’s behest.
His facial expressions were a mix of tranquility, sweet smiles, helpless laughter, and occasionally a bitter smile.
Without the connivance and struggle for power, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohao is completely relaxed.
No longer worried about any schemes or plots.
Unconsciously, Zhang Xiaohao lay on the surface of the water, drifting downstream, entering a dream state with a peaceful smile on his face.
A man is a wall, a shelter from the storm, a piece of the starry sky, shielding his woman from the tempest.
It’s not that they are not tired; they just hide all the bitterness in their hearts.
Some men vent the pent-up emotions in their hearts through smoking, drinking, and other means!
But Zhang Xiaohao is different.
No matter how tired he is, if he is committed to something, nothing can shake his determination.
His face always wears that devil-may-care smile with a hint of mischief.
Perhaps only in moments , in a peaceful and serene atmosphere, can he open his heart and face life with candour!!
A plane from Beijing landed at Nanhua City Airport.
A thirty-something flight attendant named Li Jingru, dragging her suitcase, disembarked from the plane, and after a long wait, a black taxi came by.
Li Jingru waved her hand, got into the black taxi, gave the driver her home address, and then lay down in the back seat to rest for a while.
All this time, Li Jingru had been too exhausted. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙
A colleague had an emergency at home, and she had taken over shifts for thirty-six hours.
Already mentally fatigued, she climbed into the taxi and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
The taxi driver, looking at the sleeping Li Jingru through the rearview mirror, eyed her hot, exquisite figure, her stunning face, and her skin as white as snowflakes.
A cold smirk hung around the corner of his mouth as a flash of desire appeared and vanished in his eyes.
With a turn of the steering wheel, he chose to take a secluded path...
In her sleep, Li Jingru was awakened by a sudden need to urinate.
"Master, could you stop for a moment? I need to deal with something," Li Jingru said.
The taxi driver didn’t speak and looked at her once more through the rearview mirror with cold indifference, especially noticing Li Jingru in her flight attendant uniform.
Glancing at the roadside, he had driven the taxi into a desolate suburban area under his deliberate control.
At this sight, a cold gleam flashed through the taxi driver’s eyes.
An emergency stop brought the taxi to a halt.
Without giving it much thought, Li Jingru opened the car door and quickly ran towards the secluded woods in front of her.
Li Jingru stood by the river, looked in the direction of the taxi, and seeing that the car was some distance away, she finally relaxed.
She found a bush and began to relieve herself.
After finishing, just as Li Jingru was about to leave, her high-heeled shoe suddenly slipped, and she tumbled into the river.
"Ah!" Li Jingru screamed.
In the river, her hands frantically grasped trying to find a solid support.
In her panic, Li Jingru grasped an arm, and hope ignited in her heart.
Subconsciously, she followed the arm, reaching upwards.
Li Jingru, holding onto the body, was carried to the shore by the current of the river.
"Huff, huff, huff..." Lying on the shore, Li Jingru lay sprawled on her back, breathlessly gasping for air.
The brief ordeal she had just experienced was like a scene from a movie, and even now her heart was unsettled.
It took a good while before Li Jingru calmed down again.
"Thank you for saving me!" Li Jingru expressed her gratitude.
She waited several seconds but did not hear a response.
"Hey! How can you be ? Even if you did save me, the least you could do is be polite," said Li Jingru, discontentedly.
Propping up her weary body, she stood up from the ground and slowly approached Zhang Xiaohao.
A while later, Li Jingru crouched down beside Zhang Xiaohao.
"Eh! Asleep already? That’s quite a leap of logic!" Li Jingru murmured irritably.
"Hey! Wake up, don’t sleep anymore, or you’ll catch a cold," Li Jingru shook Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
But Zhang Xiaohao, lying there, did not react at all.
"Huh? What’s going on? Could it be he’s not just asleep?" Li Jingru furrowed her brows and questioned.
After pondering for a bit, she extended two fingers slowly toward Zhang Xiaohao’s nose.