A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Xingdou finally stopped pounding his head against the wall. Looking at Yue Yunlan, whose head was now swollen like a pig's, he said without a trace of sadness or joy:

"Aren't you going to tell me?"

At this moment, Yue Yunlan's straight nose had been smashed, and countless drops of blood mixed with tears and snot were smeared on her swollen face, making her look far less beautiful than before.

She looks like this now, even her own mother probably wouldn't recognize her.

Even so, Yue Yunlan still cried out:

"I'm not lying, I really didn't use any tricks, please spare me, for the sake of us being from the same world, let me go."

Zhou Xingdou frowned, sighing at Yue Yunlan's stubbornness. If it weren't for the fact that she was the soul of the previous world, he would have already unleashed the willow branch divine weapon to let her know what pain was.

However, looking at that pig-headed face, Zhou Xingdou felt a little nauseous, so he used his magic to restore Yue Yunlan's face.

Yue Yunlan suddenly felt an itch on her face, and after a warm current flowed through her, her beautiful face was restored.

This felt like a pardon to her, and she thought Zhou Xingdou believed her and would stop tormenting her, but then she felt her hair being grabbed, and that cold, deep voice rang in her ear again:

"Let me ask you another question: What did you do in your past life?"

Yue Yunlan trembled instantly; the sensation just now was unpleasant. She hurriedly said:

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! In my past life, I was a model!"

Zhou Xingdou sighed. Models. Of the ten frivolous women in his past life, seven said they wanted to be models, two said they wanted to work in cosmetic surgery, and one said they wanted to work in clothing.

Zhou Xingdou snorted coldly, recognizing it as an excuse so clearly.

"Model? If it's a skill, then it's a skill. Model my ass."

With that, he slammed Yue Yunlan's face against the wall again, but this time with more force. Yue Yunlan's newly healed face hit the hard wall, and blood splattered everywhere, causing her to let out a shrill scream.

In his previous life, Zhou Xingdou had been swindled out of money by these so-called models, so he had no liking for such women, and the last bit of pity in his heart vanished at this moment.

At this moment, he kept smashing Yue Yunlan's face, and then kept smashing the restored face against the wall. The newly grown skin and flesh were more sensitive and painful than before.

This caused Yue Yunlan to tremble all over in pain, her legs kicking the floor repeatedly, tearing her clothes to shreds and revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth attempt at recovery, Yue Yunlan could no longer hold back and, tears streaming down her face, sobbed:

"I'll talk, I'll talk, stop torturing me, I'll tell you everything."

Zhou Xingdou released Yue Yunlan's hair once again, looking at her indifferently, waiting for her answer.

Yue Yunlan took a few deep breaths to calm her body, which was trembling from the pain, and said timidly:

"In my past life, I worked in high-end public relations. I was tortured to death at a party, and when I woke up, I was transmigrated into the body of Yue Yunlan."

Zhou Xingdou raised an eyebrow. Women who work in high-end public relations are no simpletons; at least when it comes to hooking up with rich men, they are definitely masters among masters.

In other words, it was herself she met today; if it were someone else, she probably would have developed feelings for her.

But these things weren't important to Stephen Chow; he was curious about much more than that:

"Then what trick did you use just now to be able to arouse my mind?"

Yue Yunlan slowly got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, and sobbed:

That's because...

At this point, Yue Yunlan's expression changed instantly, from pitiful to resentful and angry, and a dark iron box appeared in her hand.

The iron box opened suddenly upon its appearance, without any aura emanating from it, but countless silver needles shot out from it, rushing towards Zhou Xingdou.

The silver needles gleamed with a sharp, cold light, revealing a terrifying and sinister nature. Their speed was extremely fast, and given the close proximity of Zhou Xingdou and Yue Yunlan, Zhou Xingdou had almost no chance to react.

At this moment, Yue Yunlan also erupted with boundless hatred. Her voice was no longer melodious, but became extremely shrill and grating.

"You beast, go to hell!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Countless crisp sounds rang out from Zhou Xingdou's body as the terrifying and sinister silver needles pierced his flesh.

But then a series of thunderous crackling sounds rang out, and a flash of lightning appeared on Zhou Xingdou's Heavenly Punishment Thunder Emperor Armor. The dense array of silver needles vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

But Zhou Xingdou sensed a hint of satisfaction emanating from the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Emperor Armor, as if it had devoured the missing silver needles, filling its belly.

Yue Yunlan's smile froze, and he stood there stunned.

"How is this possible! Even a God-King would perish from the Xuanxia Rainstorm Needle, how could a True God like you be unharmed!"

Zhou Xingdou stroked the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Emperor Armor, a cruel smile playing on his lips:

"No wonder we're from the same hometown, we're much more interesting than the people in this world."

This Xuanxia Rainstorm Needle is indeed formidable. Given the terrifying and vicious nature of the silver needle just now, a God-King level cultivator could have died on the spot if he hadn't been careful.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xingdou was no ordinary true god; even if he relied solely on his physical strength to fight a god-king, it would be as easy as killing a chicken or a monkey.

Moreover, the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Emperor Armor on his body, a rare artifact of heaven and earth, possesses the hidden power of a supreme holy weapon.

Let alone the hidden weapons of the Yin Death God King, even if they were weapons capable of harming a saint, they might not be able to do anything to him.

However, Yue Yunlan's actions had already provoked Zhou Xingdou's anger, and his remaining patience had been worn away.

There's no time to joke around with Yue Yunlan right now.

But before Zhou Xingdou could make a move, Yue Yunlan was already banging his head against the ground, frantically begging for mercy:

"Don't kill me! I can be your slave. I can divine the future, which will definitely be of use to you!"

As she spoke, she crawled to Stephen Chow's feet, rubbed her body against his trouser leg, and licked her tongue around his shoe.

"Trust me! I can bring you a different kind of happiness. As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything you ask."

Yue Yunlan knelt and fawned while hurriedly explaining:

"The reason your mind was touched is because it was a change that occurred after I possessed your body, not some kind of magic technique, and this change will reach its peak at certain moments."

Even though she had just ambushed Zhou Xingdou with a hidden weapon, she was still confident. She had relied on her special abilities to escape countless life-threatening situations.

Even now, she is only feigning panic. With her beauty and special skills, plus the fact that they both came from that world, Zhou Xingdou would never kill her.

At most, he would imprison her, or make her Stephen Chow's canary.

As long as he doesn't die, Yue Yunlan believes he has the ability to turn the tide.

Moreover, she understands men too well. Given the chance, Zhou Xingdou would definitely become her devoted subject, just like those rich young masters of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Zhou Xingdou also squatted down at the right moment, gently stroked Yue Yunlan's hair, and asked softly:

"So it's not because of the method, but because of the ability you suddenly gained after you transmigrated, right?"