"What the hell? Turning the tables on the host?"
Qin Luo found things much more interesting the moment he heard that.
Turning the tables on the host—now that was truly interesting.
"Do her, do her!"
"System, how do we do this? Go all in, all in!"
Qin Luo spoke excitedly.
"Perhaps Qin Yu can experience Lin Hao's shameless maneuvers."
"Ah-choo!" Lin Hao, who had just arrived in the tomb through the spatial passage, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.
"I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen."
Lin Hao swept his gaze across every corner of the tomb, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Since we're here, we might as well make peace with it." Mo Hanxing was quite calm.
"If death comes, then death comes. What is there to fear?"
Only those who did not fear death could make death fear them. That was Mo Hanxing's creed.
"It's fine. Our Lord will come. When that happens, every problem will be solved as easily as splitting bamboo." Li Xiao had great confidence in Qin Luo.
When Qin Luo made a move, what problem could possibly remain unsolved?
She was merely a dead woman.
So what if it was Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin?
His guess had been correct. Qin Luo was already taking steps to solve the problem.
Qin Luo went all in, exhausting every last bit of his Mandate Value.
"Do her!" Qin Luo's voice rang through Qin Yu's mind.
Qin Yu's eyes instantly turned red.
His aura suddenly surged. He had only been at King-Rank Level, yet in the blink of an eye, he became Emperor Rank.
He broke free from the woman's restraints in one motion.
Then he forcibly pinned her to the ground.
"What is going on?" The woman stared at Qin Yu in