Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1131: Unlimited

Qiu Yun's eyes revealed a suicidal intent, and Senzhe urged, "Don't listen to Ye Fengsheng's nonsense here. You know, only our laboratory can provide unlimited possibilities for your future! This is an Immortal body! With the Spiritual Energy in your body, think of an Immortal monk! The future is limitless!"

"Miss Qiu! Miss Qiu!"

Senzhe shouted frantically, but he couldn't let Qiu Yun stop his actions. It only took him two seconds to grab the neck from the Watercolor Elf.

Senzhe's body fell to the ground, and Qiu Yun turned pale.

She knew she had not only killed a person but also erased her father's only life!

"When did you know Uncle Qiu was sick?"

Looking at Qiu Yun, Ye Fengsheng frowned and asked.

Qiu Qian initially muttered to herself, Qiu Juan didn't know about this, he deliberately kept this from Qiu Juan. When he thought of Qiu Juan, he already knew, which made Ye Fengsheng feel calculated by Qiu Qian.

Even if there was another secret, it made Ye Fengsheng feel a sense of dryness.

"My dad spent 200,000 US Dollars to stop the doctor from knowing this."

Qiu Yun showed a hint of self-mockery on her face: "But I spent 50,000 to get the medical record from the doctor's assistant." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"My dad always tells me this is just a small problem. It's not a big issue. In fact, I know everything but he doesn't want me to know. If not knowing can give him peace of mind, then I would pretend I don't know. As if nothing had happened. Isn't that nice?"

Qiu Yun's mood was very calm. Overall, her voice, affected by emotions, didn't even have the slightest ripple. If Ye Fengsheng hadn't seen her red eyes, she would be considered a weak person.

The ability to hide all emotions in the heart, I don't know what hysteria she learned after.

"Come on," he collected his emotions, Qiu Yun as usual: "Let Qin Chaoyu come here to pick you up. Don't drive that Ferrari."

Nodding, Ye Fengsheng had just taken out her phone when she felt a quaking from the ground. After watching "Game of Thrones," her eyebrows locked.

Gigantic breathing, like a tornado, slowly spread out from the corpse on the ground. The visible gray aura triggered vibrations on the ground, and countless huge cracks spread like spider webs on the hard cement pavement.

"Cough... cough..."

A breath like a demon from hell escaped from the throat of Senzhe's motionless corpse, and Qiu Yun's face turned pale. At the same time, Shen Zhe, whose throat was already distorted, staggered up from the ground!

Only now, unlike before, his eyes had turned from their original black to an extremely bitter red.

Ye Feng frowned as he looked at Cen Zhe, whose entire body was covered by a strange energy.

He clearly sensed with the Spiritual Energy sensing in his flesh that the chaotic energy wrapped around Senzhe at this moment was not Spiritual Energy, it allowed him to be reborn after death. It is much rougher than Spiritual Energy, Spiritual Energy seems filled with power, but it is merely bluffing. Compared to real Spiritual Energy, it's like the difference between steam and boiling water.

The rolling energy seemed unstoppable, but in fact, it had a superficial nature akin to steam.

"Don't worry."

"He is not a cultivator, his power is far inferior to your Kingdom. Don't be intimidated by him, don't engage him in a fight, just strike him directly with one punch."

Feeling the warmth of Ye Feng's applause, his heart gently drifted with Qiu Yun.

Although shocked by this chaotic power, her inner perception still gave her a judgment akin to Ye Fengsheng's voice. All living people said they would kill them. Would they be afraid of an empty corpse?

It's no big deal to kill again!

At the fingertips, Qiu Yun was about to release Spiritual Energy to shatter the Immortal. Yet, unexpectedly, the aura of the sage attacked Ye Fengsheng and Qiu Yun first.

Chaotic gray energy like a giant python made of mist, sweeping across the sky, rendering gloomy depression before lashing out at Qiu Yun.

Senzhe, reborn from death, also understood that the persimmon should be squeezed gently. Knowing Ye Feng's sound was not easy to provoke, he first took the relatively easy-to-solve Qiu Yun.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his strength while underestimating the supreme Spiritual Energy of the world, thus Qiu Yun merely sprinkled watercolor-like Spiritual Energy, easily crushing the gray chaotic energy into nothingness.

Clearly shocked by this scene, Senzhe's blood-red eyes swept back and forth on Qiu Yun, a hoarse, dry voice emanated from his throat: "Don't think you can get wild after defeating those useless experiments, they were just the lowest species in the laboratory! The laboratory doesn't necessarily need your doctor! Because I! You have the power to rival your cultivator!"

As the words fell, like a spider web splitting the ground with another huge undulation, after such a breath, a gray-black palm suddenly stretched out from the ground, tearing open the hard cement road with a fierce breath, reaching toward Ye Fengsheng and Qiu Yun in the front.

Solely with this ferocious momentum, if caught by its hand, it would surely result in skin and flesh pains. Especially at this very moment, without Spiritual Energy beside him, the wounded voice of Ye Feng was not healed. Even if this momentum was bluffing, it would be enough to cause severe damage to him.

So before the palm arrived, Qiu Yun had already drawn the boundary, the Watercolor Elf like an outspread fishing net, directly intercepting the front edge of the dark palm.

Upon touch, just like a burning iron plate meets the flesh on the palm, after a fierce "hiss" sound, the gray on the palm immediately cracked, following the gap of the water-colored spider web, turned into a thin layer of gray mist sweeping in all directions.

For a moment, whether it was Ye Fengsheng's sound or the flavor of Qiu, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, even the blurry silhouettes became invisible.

"What's so special about doctors beyond this! There's no punishment, no toast.

Senzhe saw, sneered briefly, and waved to the man in black across the street, "Break their legs and bring them back to the laboratory!"

A man in black looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, hurried over but dared not step into the gray mist.

"Trash! I told you to come in and break their legs! You can't do such a simple thing!"

As he cursed, Zhe shouted at a man in black, "What are you doing looking at me doing? You can't do difficult things, dare not do simple things, won't the method I set harm your life!?"

"All have died once. How can they be so timid? It's not true!"

Oddly, Dr. Morrison, with red eyes wide open, now had no hint of astringency in his mouth, and even a bit of the ancient scholarly taste.

In fact, before Dr. Morrice finished his speech, this person in black had already rushed into the gray fog, despite the "hiss" sound of sulfuric acid corroding his body upon contact with the gray mist.

They just went in, never to come out again...

"A bunch of waste!"

Shen Zhe's mouth was filled with angry curses, his hands grinding out of extreme boredom. He struggled to reach his legs deep into the cement ground, as if trying to break free from an endless quagmire. He tried to lift his feet, pit by pit, step by step, slowly walking toward the people ahead.