Lethal Stunner: Kicking Off with Five Beast Husbands

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Wishing You a Century of Happy Union

His violet eyes were deep and enigmatic as he carefully observed Xiao Jinsheng’s reactions.

He noticed that aside from confusion and bewilderment, all that remained was fear.

"If you can’t remember, I can help you recall." Mo Jiao stepped forward.

Xiao Jinsheng clutched Que Zelian’s belt tightly, retreating alongside him.

"Mo Jiao, don’t act recklessly." Que Zelian’s expression darkened, his gaze dangerous as he looked at Mo Jiao.

"Why are you all so tense? It’s not like I’m planning to look into her memories." Mo Jiao scanned the five people, all exceptionally wary of him.

"Aren’t you good at hypnotism?" Mo Jiao turned to Huaiqing. "I don’t need to see her memories, but I must know what she did seven days ago."

"Whether you’ve purposefully forgotten or accidentally forgotten, I need to know." Mo Jiao’s gaze lingered on Xiao Jinsheng with a faint smile.

Xiao Jinsheng puffed up her face, her fair cheeks flushed with anger.

"What I didn’t do, I didn’t do!" Xiao Jinsheng shouted angrily, then turned to Huaiqing. "You want to hypnotize me to see my memories from seven days ago? On what grounds? Just because you said so?"

Huaiqing awkwardly adjusted his glasses and weakly explained, "I never agreed to hypnotize you."

"If you won’t act, I’ll have to do it myself." Mo Jiao sneered coldly, a black mist emanating from his palm.

"Mo Jiao, calm yourself." Que Zelian spoke sternly.

Though it was midday, the rainy weather rendered the sky outside dim and somber.

The thunder roared, the heavy rain poured down relentlessly, and an invisible yet powerful gust of wind arose inside the sealed house, forcing Mo Jiao downstairs.

The lights in the living room flickered erratically, appearing dim and bright in turns; the chandelier swayed, producing a series of jingling sounds.

"What now? Are you looking to fight me?" Mo Jiao allowed his outer robe and long hair to be whipped about by the wind, his violet eyes locking onto Que Zelian’s shadowed and somber gaze.

"Doesn’t matter." Que Zelian reached back and pulled Xiao Jinsheng’s hand forward, pushing her into Su Ye’s arms.

his eyes, but when he raised them again to look at Mo Jiao, it was

as the Six Stars, how could Mo Jiao not notice the hidden killing

Mo Jiao sneered coldly and quickly

when he opened the door to face the raging wind and rain,

head back, he saw Xiao Jinsheng tightly clutching Que Zelian’s waist, hanging onto

kill him?" Mo Jiao

Jinsheng coldly shot a glare at Mo Jiao before looking up at Que Zelian. "Fight whenever you want, but not today. The rain is so

damp, dark places. If he wants to run through the rain, let him

the downpour, go ahead. Just make sure to shut the door behind you. If we all catch colds

momentarily, the scene before him cutting especially

Xiao Jinsheng could choose to protect Que Zelian without hesitation, yet she was

only darkness, accompanied by the mournful sound of the rain and the lonely whistle

restless at that moment; his face hardened, and he let out a

and walked off into

watched as he disappeared into the downpour

chased to the doorway and called out, "You’re not allowed to

as it landed on her. "Xiao Jinsheng, what do

from seven days ago, don’t you?

answer left not just Mo Jiao,

sure?"

the rain. "But if you want to play the drenched fool, go

scoffed coldly but nonetheless strode back from the

turned and bolted, hiding

the door shut and tilted his head in confusion. "Sometimes I truly don’t understand—how does someone as cowardly as you have the guts to do business with

away from Mo Jiao’s drenched frame before averting entirely. "I agree to Huaiqing hypnotizing me to uncover my memories from seven days ago, but I have one

transaction involving me—are you sure it’s real? No chance you were

no chance." Mo

I lied about anything regarding Wang

towards the Terminal

Beast Husband Mo Jiao has activated life-and-death permissions for you. Once activated, the permission cannot be reversed. Should Mo Jiao die, it will not

Jinsheng’s