flstandardbreds Chapter 151 Admiring the Enemy Changing Clothes
Chapter 151 Admiring the Enemy Changing Clothes
Chapter 151 Appreciating the Enemy Changing Clothes
As dusk settled, Fu Jing sat in the back of the luxury car, her indifferent gaze fixed on the magnificent villa that appeared in the distance.
That was the Fu family home, Fu Jing's home, but she felt nothing but disgust for it.
"Stop the car!" Fu Jing said coldly.
The driver immediately stopped the car on the side of the road, looked at her in the rearview mirror, and dared not make a sound. He had a feeling that if he opened his mouth, he would be fired at best, and at worst... he might die on the spot.
Fu Jing pushed open the car door, stood beside the car with a chill in her air, took out a women's cigarette case, and lit one for herself.
"Zhuo Yang, why did you show up?"
After finishing a cigarette, Fu Jing cracked her teeth, squeezing out a hateful sound from between them.
If it weren't for Zhuo Yang, the tragedy wouldn't have happened at the Fu family villa, my father wouldn't have died, and my grandfather wouldn't have killed the butler, bodyguards, and servants!
The sky above the Fu family villa seemed to be shrouded in vengeful spirits, appearing extremely gloomy in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"go home!"
Back in the car, Fu Jing gave the order with a blank expression.
The driver didn't dare say a word and immediately started the engine...
At that very moment, on the rooftop of a nearby residential building, a figure stood in the wind, silently watching the luxury car drive into the Fu family's residence.
A charming and alluring figure stepped out of the car and entered the villa.
"You're finally back!" Zhuo Yang sneered.
At this moment, two more figures appeared on the rooftop: Pan Jianbo and Feng Rong. They were both dressed in tomb raiding clothes, tight-fitting black sharkskin suits, with black backpacks on their backs and hoods on their heads, which they did not take off to cover their faces.
"Master, everything is ready!" Pan Jianbo chuckled a few times. "Just give the order, and we can dig a tunnel into the Fu family's residence from the outside within two hours!"
“No need to dig a tunnel.” Zhuo Yang looked indifferently at the Fu family villa, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
You did the first day of the month, I'll do the fifteenth. Yesterday you attacked me, today it's my turn to retaliate!
Pan Jianbo was taken aback for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Master, if we don't dig a tunnel, are we going to just smash our way in?"
Feng Rong immediately struck a strong pose, "Master, I'm willing to be the vanguard!"
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly: "You're right, let's just storm in!"
Before he finished speaking, he leaped out of the building, lightning flashing beneath his feet as he soared through the air, heading straight for the Fu family villa.
"Master!" Pan Jianbo cried out, "What do we do?"
Without a response, Zhuo Yang's figure, accompanied by a streak of lightning, rushed into the villa through the window.
Feng Rong shoved him and growled excitedly, "What are you all standing there for? Master has already charged in, shouldn't we disciples follow?"
He turned and ran, not daring to jump directly from the building, but instead trying to run down the stairs.
Pan Jianbo finally came to his senses, shouting as he ran, "That's so damn domineering! That's so satisfying! They just charged in like that! When will I ever be able to be that domineering?"
At this moment, Zhuo Yang held his sword behind his back, the tip of the sword pointing at Fu Jing sitting by the bed, his expression indifferent.
"Zhuo Yang, you've come to kill me?"
Fu Jing gritted her teeth, her face full of hatred, but a blush appeared on her cheeks, as if she was shy.
The only thing covering her body was a large bath towel, which wasn't even fully wrapped up. She could only hold it in front of her with her hands. Even if her enemy was right in front of her, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Miss Fu, you've lost weight in the past two weeks." Zhuo Yang smiled faintly, put down his longsword, and tapped it on the ground.
Using a sword against a woman who has no clothes on is a bit excessive.
"No need for your formalities, we're enemies!" Fu Jing gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the bath towel tightly.
"That's right, we're enemies!" Zhuo Yang's eyes narrowed, a murderous glint flashing in them in an instant. "Woman, stand up, I'll give you a chance to fight back!"
Fu Jing was so angry she almost exploded, gritting her teeth and cursing, "Shameless!"
"Shameless?" Zhuo Yang sneered, his longsword trembling as a dragon's roar echoed for a long time. "Assassinating my friends and servants, seizing my friends' property by trickery, and even more hateful is using despicable means to disgust my family. Who do you think is more shameless?"
Fu Jing's expression turned cold, her shyness vanished without a trace, "Anyway, it wasn't me!"
"Then you think it's me?" Zhuo Yang took two steps forward, the tip of his sword pointing at Fu Jing's throat.
"You came here today to kill me?" Fu Jing laughed wildly. "I am an ordinary person, and a woman at that. You, Zhuo Yang, a dignified cultivator, actually want to kill a woman who can't even kill a chicken?"
She forcefully suppressed the yin energy and soul power in her heart. It was the soul power fused with that of a Mahayana-stage ghost cultivator, which was incomparably powerful yet easily concealed.
Zhuo Yang didn't notice her unusual behavior. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips. "Who said I was going to kill you?"
"Then what are you going to do?" Fu Jing's heart suddenly trembled, her cheeks inexplicably felt hot again, and she unconsciously gripped the bath towel tighter to cover more of her body.
"You're quite good-looking and have a nice figure. If I were to take you home, would Wang Shanlong go berserk and storm my doorstep?" Zhuo Yang smiled faintly, his expression becoming increasingly sinister.
The demon lord acts recklessly and arbitrarily, doing whatever he pleases.
Back when Zhuo Yang was a demon lord, he provoked the siege of the thirty-six Heavenly Lords of the Immortal Realm, largely because he acted recklessly in the Immortal Realm.
Fu Jing was trembling all over, but she gritted her teeth and forced a laugh: "Don't you cultivators all pride yourselves on being righteous? If you're going to arrest me, at least let me put my clothes on properly, right?"
"Please!" Zhuo Yang gestured casually, but showed no intention of leaving.
Fu Jing's eyes were practically spitting fire with hatred. She desperately wanted to unleash her soul power on the spot, but she held back. She covered her body with a bath towel, stood up, and walked to the wardrobe.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed a long black dress and quickly put it on.
Zhuo Yang had been watching the whole time, and said calmly, "If Wang Shanlong knew I was watching you change clothes, would he feel a little cuckolded?"
"No!" Fu Jing turned around, her face so dark it looked like it could drip water.
Zhuo Yang squinted at her and let out a cold laugh: "How strange. After not seeing you for a few days, I can actually sense soul power from you. That should be the power of a ghost cultivator. Did you allow a ghost cultivator to possess you?"
"Or rather, you devoured the ghost cultivator and obtained his soul power?"
After speaking, Youyou pointed the dragon-patterned longsword at Fu Jing once again.
"I didn't expect you to know so much!" Fu Jing shouted sharply, her skirt fluttering even without wind, and a powerful, sinister aura instantly filled every corner of the villa.
Her voice seemed to come from all directions at once, sinister and terrifying: "Zhuo Yang, you have a path to heaven but you choose not to take it, and there's no gate to hell but you insist on barging in!"
"Today is the day you die!"
A sharp shout echoed, and a jet-black stream of air suddenly shot out from Fu Jing's mouth, flashing with grayish-brown lightning, like a large net covering Zhuo Yang.
"Yin thunder like fire, just as expected of a ghost cultivator's trick!" Zhuo Yang sneered and waved his hand, unleashing a palm thunderbolt.
The yin thunder was like splashed ink, while the yang thunder was full of righteous energy. One was fierce and powerful, while the other was gentle and yielding. When they collided, a violent explosion immediately occurred.