Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 192 Don't even think about it.

The parrot's spiritual power was intense and surging, possessing an overwhelming force that made it difficult for everyone to breathe.

As an SSS-level orc, even without his mental power, Holster could still clearly sense that the parrot's mental power level was not low, at least S-level.

Dealing with this level of mental power would probably be effortless for them, these ordinary people.

He and Zheko exchanged a glance, then he shielded Annie behind him.

Add Toby.

The three of them formed a circle around Anne and Mennie, protecting them in the middle.

The parrot narrowed its eyes and locked its gaze on Zheko.

A stream of spiritual energy shot out from between his brows, aiming straight for Zheke's throat.

It's going to rip his head off and stomp on it!
Zheko had no mental power, but his tough and sturdy physique remained unchanged. The moment the mental power wrapped around his neck, he remained unmoved, his eyes sharp. He turned around, grabbed the mental power, wrapped it around his arm, and pulled hard.

The force was actually comparable to the force with which the parrot withdrew its mental energy.

The orange spiritual energy was taut in the air, and the stalemate continued.

The parrot was surprised by Zheko's abilities and felt a sense of admiration for him.

Unfortunately, he's just an ordinary person; no matter how strong he is, he can't out-steal it!

A glint of light flashed in the parrot's eyes.

Another burst of spiritual energy flew out from between his eyebrows.

It struck directly at Dzeko's forehead.

at the same time.

The surrounding mental energy surged forward, like a flower that opened and then quickly closed. Wherever the mental energy reached, everything was uprooted and smashed towards Zheko and his group along with it!
In the courtyard at this time.

Like a typhoon passing through, twisted tree trunks, scattered rubble, and tables, chairs, and roofs that were no longer recognizable all rolled into one place.

There was no wind, but the commotion caused by spiritual power was even more eerie than the wind itself.

The scraping made the flesh on their cheeks tremble.

Half a meter away, the orange spiritual energy was about to fly into Zheke's brow.

He was prepared to die and was not afraid at all.

Using the force of the other mental energy that overturned the floor, he stomped his foot hard on the ground.

Several stone slabs were shaken and flew up one after another.

They successfully blocked the mental attack.

But this is far from enough.

The stone slabs shattered at the slightest touch, and his mental energy quickly broke through all the slabs, reappearing before Zheko's eyes.

This time, however, when faced with Holster's spiritual power, he calmly raised his pistol, and a blue bullet shot out from the black barrel.

The bullets were unstoppable.

The orange spiritual energy was divided into several listless beams of light, which soon drooped and disappeared.

The bullet traveled along the mental energy, reaching the parrot's forehead.

The coolness, like a glacier, froze his burning brow into frost.

The scattered spiritual energy also froze at this moment.

Forming a curved arc, it froze in front of everyone; when the wind blew, it all fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

The parrot's expression changed, and a hint of fear flashed across its slightly reddened eyes.

It tried to escape, but it was too late; another blue bullet flew right in front of it.

If the previous one would freeze the space between its eyebrows.

That one will completely shatter its brow.

It fell to the ground, barely alive, gazing painfully at the dark sky.

Twisted tree trunks, scattered pebbles, and tables, chairs, and roofs whose original appearances were no longer discernible all streaked across the night sky and crashed down on it.

It coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, its internal organs almost coming out along with the excruciating pain of its bones rotting and its heart being eroded.

The fine, white teeth were exposed, all covered with red streaks of blood.

It grinned, spitting out all the blood. Its upturned lips were dry and stuck to its teeth, and its sinister smile revealed the pleasure of imminent release.

It's okay to die.

Holst handed the gun to Anne.

Anne looked at him, puzzled.

Holst mouthed "task".

Anne nodded, raised her gun, and delivered the fatal blow to the parrot.

"boom!"

Smoke filled the air.

[Task 1: Locate 12 wanted criminals. (4/12)]
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Gunshots rang out in the backyard.

This made the arriving manor owner pause in his tracks.

A chill settled over her face as she silently looked up at the sky.

He coldly uttered two words.

"waste."

For an instant.

She lost all interest and turned to walk towards the reception room.

In the drawing room, Murgard and Harrison, grandfather and grandson, were still waiting for her answer.

Langton Street is not her territory.

But it wasn't that she hadn't coveted this auspicious place.

If it's offered to you now, you might as well take it.

The manor owner straightened his clothes and stepped into the reception room again.

……

……

[Task 1: Locate 12 wanted criminals. (4/12)]
Scarlett sat in the car.

Looking at the task bar that popped up on the screen.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This task is common to all!

It means that everyone can work together to accomplish it.

Unfortunately, she didn't know where the others were; she only found Annie.

And Louisa.

Louisa has been taken to the police station and is still under investigation. Genetic testing may seem simple, but for the people of this world, it requires a long waiting process.

No results will be available for now.

of course.

Even if the results are in, she won't take the initiative to get close to you.

Louisa has not revealed anything to her yet.

She won't believe her.

Scarlett took a bite of the apple.

It's a bit sour, not tasty. She turned to look at Mo Ting beside her.

Mo Ting understood immediately, took the apple, and took a bite.

It was so sour that he frowned.

Scarlett kept staring at him, making him unable to vomit even though he felt nauseous. He could only force himself to swallow the nausea.

Scarlett pursed her lips and gave a sly smile.

Mo Ting knew Scarlett was doing it on purpose. He looked at Scarlett's lips, took a bite of the apple, put it in his mouth, and kissed her.

He fed the apple to Scarlett and ate it bite by bite.

A sour taste filled their mouths.

Mo Ting found the kisses sweeter and sweeter, and became increasingly reluctant to let go, wanting more.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat oppressive.

The space is also cramped.

Scarlett clutched at Mo Ting's shirt, slowly finding it hard to breathe.

She nudged Mo Ting.

That's enough.

Mo Ting was not about to let Scarlett off the hook.

He loosened his grip, but didn't let go, instead pulling Scarlett into a tight embrace and sitting her on his lap.

His grey-green eyes were filled with lust.

Scarlett gasped for breath, then noticed Mo Ting's flushed cheeks. She paused, then warned, "Don't even think about it."

Mo Ting raised an eyebrow, slipped his hands inside her clothes, and placed them against her waist, knowing full well what she was thinking.

Before Scarlett could answer, he looked up and kissed her chin, then her neck, which was flushed pink. He rubbed his teeth against her delicate skin, and his hot breath slid down to her slightly red earlobe. "Is it me who is thinking, or Your Highness? If Your Highness is thinking, you can tell me, and I will do as you say and make sure Your Highness is satisfied."

His husky voice, deep and mellow, was like the final notes of a cello as it was about to end, telling a story in a gentle and persuasive way, yet also rippling with emotion.

Circle after circle.

Around Scarlett's ear.

They wrapped her ears until they were bright red.

Scarlett covered her ears and whispered a reprimand: "Still doing a mission!"

Mo Ting's chest vibrated, and he let out a series of pleasant, magnetic laughs. "Scarlett, I didn't think about anything, but you seem to have thought about quite a lot."

He even shamelessly exclaimed, "As expected of His Highness."

"you!"

Scarlett choked on her words.

Suddenly, I didn't know how to respond.

Mo Ting wouldn't give her a chance to talk back.

He lifted his chin and kissed Scarlett again.

His hand also began to slide upwards.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time.

Someone knocked on the car window.

The two people, lost in their passionate kiss inside the carriage, froze and opened their eyes at the same time.

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