Chapter 769: Chapter 769

"Ah! Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have a flower on my face?" Xiaohao retorted.

"I want to give myself to you!" Murong Yu Yan said seriously.

"What? What did you just say? I didn’t catch that. Say it again," Xiaohao exclaimed in disbelief.

Before Xiaohao could react, Murong Yu Yan rushed toward him.

She knocked him to the ground with her considerable momentum.

Like an octopus, she clung tightly to him.

"Oh my! What are you doing? Let me go right now; I am very conservative! I am utterly loyal in love, and you won’t get me this way!" Xiaohao said earnestly.

"Hmph! If you were truly loyal in love, then pigs would fly!" Murong Yu Yan thought irritably to herself.

Still without speaking, she assertively covered Xiaohao’s mouth.

She frantically tore at his clothes.

"I’m warning you one last time, let go of me! Otherwise, I’ll have to resist!" Xiaohao said.

His response was a violent tug from Murong Yu Yan.

Seeing that Xiaohao was about to resist, she knew she didn’t have much time left.

Several seconds passed in the private room before rhythmic sounds finally emerged.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The turbulent room finally calmed down.

"Ah! You really didn’t have to do that," Xiaohao said, shaking his head wryly.

He took out a clean set of clothes to wear, sat in a chair, his face full of rascality, inadvertently having been forced into it by a woman.

"Hmph! I am yours now, you can’t just leave me to die," Murong Yu Yan said pitifully.

"Could you not interrupt me before I’ve finished talking?" Xiaohao said irritably.

"You talk! I promise I won’t interrupt you again," Murong Yu Yan replied.

"I was only joking just now! After all, we’re friends who have known each other for a while, and meeting in a foreign land, how could I stand by and watch you get chased by others?" Xiaohao retorted.

"Xiaohao you jerk!" Murong Yu Yan fumed, her watery eyes almost wishing they could devour Xiaohao whole.

"Blame me? It was clearly you who didn’t listen to me finish speaking and forcibly went all the way, so is it my fault?" Xiaohao shrugged.

"You, you..." Murong Yu Yan was so angry she was at a loss for words.

Xiaohao stood up from the chair and from the Shennong Ring, he took out the Fish Intestine Sword.

Holding the Fish Intestine Sword, he lightly drew across the floor, scraping off a layer of the blood-stained ground, then collected both the ground and the sword back into the Shennong Ring.

"What are you doing?" Murong Yu Yan asked, blushing.

"What am I doing? Didn’t you see it yourself?" Xiaohao retorted.

"Alright, hurry up and put your clothes on."

"Hmph! Didn’t you tear all my clothes already?" Murong Yu Yan snapped.

"..." Xiaohao was speechless.

He took a set of his own clothes from the Shennong Ring and threw them over.

"Just make do with these for now!" Xiaohao said.

"Hmph! Turn around," Murong Yu Yan demanded.

"Didn’t you already see everything? What’s there to be shy about?" Xiaohao shrugged.

"Hmph!" Murong Yu Yan glared at Xiaohao, took the clothes, turned around, and began dressing.

Murong Yu Yan had put on the clothes and cleaned up the floor.

With a flick of her True Qi, she eliminated any remaining traces on the floor.

"Little Black, come in," Xiaohao said.

The door opened, and Black Dragon Saint Heir stepped inside.

"Brother, I’ve been hungry for more than two hours," Black Dragon Saint Heir said with a grievance. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Suddenly, a loud growling noise echoed.

"Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten," Zhang Xiaohao said incredulously.

"Mhm," Murong Yu Yan nodded, her face blushing.

"Alright! I’ll order some more dishes," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He called the waitress over and ordered more dishes, filling the table completely this time.

"Don’t just stare, start eating!" Zhang Xiaohao urged.

"Aren’t you afraid they might be poisoned?" Murong Yu Yan asked.

"I’m not looking down on them, but would they dare?" Zhang Xiaohao confidently replied.

"Hmph!" Murong Yu Yan huffed softly.

Picking up the chopsticks, she began to eat while Zhang Xiaohao poured himself a glass of XO wine and savored it.

Black Dragon Saint Heir and Murong Yu Yan had already had their fill.

"Here, take this," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He casually took out a healing pill and handed it to Murong Yu Yan.

"What is this?" Murong Yu Yan asked.

"You were injured, and although I’ve already healed you earlier, some remnants still remain. Take this pill," Zhang Xiaohao explained.

"Mhm," Murong Yu Yan nodded.

"Alright, let’s go," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He took out some US dollars from his pocket and placed them on the table, leading the two of them outside.

No sooner had the trio left the restaurant than they were spotted by White Dog’s men.

"Zhang Xiaohao, they must be hiding around here," Murong Yu Yan said, her expression cooling.

"A bunch of jesters," Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.

Sweeping the area with his Soul Power, he enveloped everything within a four-mile radius.

Zhang Xiaohao’s lips curled up, revealing a playful smile.

"Quite a lot of people, huh! And there are even a few old men at the Peak of Void Transformation Realm," Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold laugh.

Leading Black Dragon Saint Heir and Murong Yu Yan, they walked into the darkness.

"Sir, the three of them are heading towards the alley," a foreigner respectfully reported through the phone.

"Hmph! They are seeking their own deaths! Take your men and surround them, I’ll be right there!" White Dog’s woman said coldly.

After hanging up the phone,

she walked respectfully towards a red-haired old man.

"Sir, the people have headed towards the alley," White Dog’s woman reported respectfully.

"Hmph! Daring to oppose the John family, they are asking for death!" the red-haired foreigner leading them said with a murderous aura.

With a large hand, he grabbed White Dog’s woman and pulled her into his embrace.

His right hand unceremoniously touched her buttocks, kneading them forcefully.

"It’s been three days, and you’ve become even more beautiful!" the red-haired foreigner said with a silvery laugh.

White Dog’s woman, suppressing the disgust in her eyes, barely squeezed out a smile.

"Sir, we should hurry," White Dog’s woman urged.

"Haha! Can’t wait, huh? Don’t worry, once I deal with those three, I’ll find a place to properly spoil you!" the red-haired foreigner said with a silvery laugh.

With a commanding wave of his hand,

"Let’s go!" the red-haired foreigner said.

He then led a group of people, full of killing intent, and headed rapidly towards the alley.