Chapter 223 Angela’s master

“Angela, you stay here. I’ll deal with the four bastards.”

“No, John, we have to follow the principles of the Immortal Morality. No matter how powerful our opponents are, we should escape first. Only when we can’t escape can we fight back.”

“What? Escape? Is it too late for me to quite the Immortal Morality now?”

“You wanna be a traitor?”

John didn’t reply.

Their conversation reached the ears of the four people of Demonism. Being humiliated like this, their faces distorted with anger. “Are you making fun of us, you asshole?” They roared.

Asshole?

John’s face darkened. He threw the principles behind and rushed toward the four men in an instant,

Slap!

He raised his hand, a flash of green lightning shot out from his fingers. In the blink of an eye, the body of one man twisted and then turned into dusts without any residue.

“He’s a cultivator!”

The remaining men turned pale with fright. John moved so fast that they couldn’t even see where he was. They looked around, their eyes full of horror.

They didn’t expect that this young man would be a powerful cultivator!

They were in a trap!

John turned around and said, “Look! I have surrounded them! Do you want me to leave one to you?”

“Damn it! This scumbag is making fun of us!”

The three men were burning with anger. It was the first time in their lives that they had been despised like this. But John was a cultivator, they couldn’t defeat him in any case. The only way out was—run! They turned around and fle away. “You bastards! How dare you offend the Demonism! You will pay the price!” One man looked over his shoulder

and shouted.

“You wanna run away?”

eyes, suddenly, a blast of vital energy burst out from his body. “Listen, I’m the chief

deep–green talisman and hit the three men, making them turn into

Plop!

fell into

three men, John returned to her in surprise and asked,

By the way, when did you become a cultivator? Shouldn’t you be a monk like

looked at John in high

also Queenie and

If you… ”

If I let you help me to practice, then who am I to you? You disciple? Don’t you think so?” Said Angela, shaking her head.

John shrugged.

to

one was at

old bishop of the Demonism. Although she had washed her face, her

over as if to wash away all the bad luck

she was lost in her thoughts while bathing, something ran

such a fool. She made the same mistake as Queenie! She forgot to put clean clothes in the

realizing that she had forgot to put a change of clothes in the bathroom, Queenie wrapped herself in a bath towel before she

Angela didn’t even have a towel with

or not in usual as she and her sisters were living the house, but today was different! When she was taking a shower, she seemed to have completely forgotten that John

with a towel in hand, she saw John in front of her: she was frozen

pushed the door open, the white mist floated into the living room from the bathroom, as if she was a fairy coming out of the heaven.

a naked fairy…

looked at her, his eyes

cried out with her face blushed. She threw the towel

smiled at her

his face

he had made a mistake in his previous calculation.

that he had

also because that she had always pressed her breast too much with a strip of cloth. It should be for the convenience of walking

it could be concluded

Angela was B.

Two days later.

Semel, he finally came to realize that

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