"Even though it's been a long time, there's no need to get this excited."
Looking at Jumo, whose face was almost contorted as he roared at her, Lilith made a sarcastic remark.
However, it's hard to tell that this is a reunion; it looks more like enemies meeting.
Zhu Mo suddenly gripped the dagger he had first given to Aina, and his hunched figure unleashed a powerful surge of potential as he charged toward Lilith.
Lilith, still smiling, reached out and tugged, and the invisible threads instantly wrapped around Zhu Mo's body.
The taut silk thread emitted a slight tremor.
Meanwhile, Jumo's limbs were still being pulled apart one by one, exposing his parched body to Lilith's view.
Zhu Mo didn't care at all, his eyes fixed on her.
If looks could kill, Lilith would be torn to pieces right now.
However, Lilith seemed completely oblivious to her murderous gaze, and approached her frail, bony body as if she were an intimate acquaintance.
"How can you be so careless with yourself?" Lilith scolded with concern.
Unfortunately, Zhu Mo had no intention of answering her. Looking at her hand, he resorted to the most primal method and bit down hard.
With a snap, it bit into empty air.
Lilith withdrew her hand, admiring her slender fingers for a moment, and said, "That won't do; it won't look good if it gets injured."
She turned around, a few strands of her hair trailing behind her, and gently flicked a thin thread with her fingers.
A sound like musical notes rang out, but it was immediately followed by Zhu Mo's painful screams.
The silk threads wrapped around her arm were like blades, embedded in the bone.
"Lilith... what are you doing here!" Zhu Mo asked hoarsely.
"If only you had behaved this way earlier."
Lilith, with her hands behind her back, bent down and looked into Zhu Mo's eyes with a smile: "Mo Mo, I need your help."
"hehe."
All she received in response was Zhu Mo's cold laugh.
"Don't be so quick to refuse," Lilith said slowly. "After it's all over, I might let you take your things back."
Zhu Mo stiffly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly swallowed up by hatred again.
"You? Do you think I'd still believe you after all this?"
"But do you have any other choice but to believe me?"
Lilith wasn't in a hurry. She casually pulled over a stool, swept the dust off it, and sat down in front of her.
"Momo, do you know who was the person who came to greet us on Evil Street before?"
"Green, everyone knows that," Zhu Mo said playfully. "What, are you going to flip the table with your dad?"
“Grimm,” Lilith said slowly, “do you think you’ll pay attention to Evil Street?”
"What's the meaning?"
"It's simple. Green is just an executor. There are others who need the Evil Street."
"A joke. Green is the city lord; who can order him around?" Zhu Mo sneered. "You? Do you even have that kind of 'green'?"
Lilith wasn't angry, but sighed and said, "You guys are hopeless. You only care about having fun and don't pay any attention to the current situation."
"Let me give you a heads-up: who else can hold a position as powerful as the city lord right now?"
News doesn't circulate in Evil Street, but you can still hear about some important events.
News also came about the death of the demigods and the Creation Cult.
Zhu Mo's gaze sharpened: "The Cult of Creation?"
"As expected of Momo, so smart." Lilith patted her head, then was pushed away.
For the Creation Cult to be able to put pressure on Green, the cult would have to have its leader personally present.
A strange light flashed in Zhu Mo's eyes: "Is it that girl or that injured boy?"
"That boy."
Lilith moved closer to her, her voice turning cold: "Don't overthink it. Just do as I say, and that's enough."
...
Meanwhile, in the cement house on the other side, two people were lying on two simple wooden planks.
Meige stood in front of a wooden board, the energy in her hand falling onto Beck's chest like fine tweezers.
The tweezers, formed from energy, seemed to possess some kind of magic, landing on the chest while simultaneously drawing the King's energy closer.
These energies clung to the tweezers, trying to penetrate and invade Meige's body.
Mei Ge broke out in a cold sweat, letting the energy entwine and permeate her, waiting for a few strands of energy to leave Beck's body before it completely penetrated her, and then suddenly withdrawing.
Having detached from Beck's body, those few strands of energy instinctively wanted to directly penetrate Mei Ge's body.
Within that half-second, Mei Ge immediately severed the connection between the tweezers and herself.
This allowed those few wisps of energy to dissipate into the air.
This process cannot be rushed, otherwise the energy will leave Beck's body; nor can it be slow, otherwise it will invade Meige's body and he will suffer.
With meticulous control, Mei Ge has completed dozens of attempts.
Seeing Beck's chest heaving more and more, almost back to normal, Mei Ge wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
"alright."
Phoenix leaned closer for a look and asked, "Not going to finish it?"
"Hehe." Mei Ge said quietly, "The price won't be this high after it's all gone. He'll wake up in a bit."
Phoenix licked her lips: "Will he react now?"
"I don't know about that." Mei Ge stepped aside, saying playfully, "But you can give it a try."
Phoenix didn't mind that Meige wasn't leaving, and twisted her body to sit on Beck.
The hand slowly reached out towards Baker's face.
But at that moment, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and a flash of fire seemed to pass through them.
"woke up?"
Her response was a sudden burst of flames from her body, which caused her to swiftly retreat.
“How utterly clueless about romance,” Phoenix said casually.
Meanwhile, Beck, who had been listening the whole time, turned his gaze to Mei Ge, clenching his fists with a meaning that was self-evident.
Mei Ge squinted, and her body gradually tensed up.
Baker's injuries haven't healed, but he also expended a lot of energy just now, so it's hard to say what will happen if they fight again.
"Get out of the way."
Baker's gaze fell on another plank of wood, the sound of which was the complete opposite of the flames, revealing a chilling aura.
The two men tactfully stepped aside, and Baker staggered towards the wooden bed.
He had already imagined many scenes in his mind, and how miserable Aina's situation must be.
But even before getting close, Aina's situation has already overturned his understanding.
The almost distorted facial features on the wooden board, even with the eyes closed, revealed the eerie bulging of the eyes.
A scab on her cheek marred what Beck remembered as a very beautiful face.
A glance revealed strange congestion all over her body, and her feet were completely devoid of intact skin.
All that remained was a filthy mess of blood and dust.
That arm... although it had been treated simply, its twisted shape was still clearly visible.
All of this felt like a knife piercing Beck's heart.
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