"It was that wicked woman with the spear! I told her over and over that you, Boss, sent me, but she wouldn't believe me. She even beat me up. That wicked woman has a terrible temper. She'll definitely never get married in this lifetime!"
Zhao Wuji was still crying like a three-hundred-pound child, his heart full of grievance.
He had come running over to hug a powerful thigh, only to fail to grab it and get beaten several times instead. Even if his birth mother came back to life now, she definitely would not recognize her own son.
Meng Yuyan, who had stepped outside, heard this and her face darkened like water. A chilling gleam flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She had gone too easy on him before!
"Don't beat him to death."
Sensing the icy killing intent, Tian Hao kicked the enormous leg ornament off himself and walked away, though he kindly reminded her not to actually beat him to death.
Good research subjects were hard to find.
"Boss, don't! Save... Aah—"
Zhao Wuji also sensed that grim killing intent. When he stiffly turned around to look, he was so frightened he nearly pissed himself. He hurriedly called for help, but it was useless. Meng Yuyan kicked him away like a ball.
Before he could even hit the ground, her figure flashed. Using Shénxíng Bǎi Biàn, she arrived first at his landing point and sent him flying again with a powerful kick.
As this continued in an endless cycle, Zhao Wuji completely became a ball.
However, after being beaten several times already, Zhao Wuji had gained experience. He activated Martial Soul Possession and curled himself up as tightly as possible into a ball, focusing on protecting his head.
Yang Zhan watched from the side with cold sweat pouring down