Starting with Blood Healing to become an Ancient God

"Who told you, you piece of trash, to touch me?!" Judy roared furiously.

Snapped!

Just as she reached out her hand, Charlemagne grabbed it.

All that could be seen was Charlemagne's large hand easily enveloping Judy's small hand, and then slowly kneading it.

At the same time, Charlemagne smiled casually and said, "Don't be in such a hurry after three years! Taking off your clothes here is not a good look if the servants see!"

As he spoke, Charlemagne's hand, which was around her shoulder, traced the perfect curves of her body and gave her a quick pat on the buttocks.

"Tsk tsk, it's still so firm and elastic."

"I'll kill you!" Judy's eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent, and her exquisite curly hair began to float away, defying gravity, due to her terrifying aura.

As Charlemagne faced Judy's fury, his smile gradually faded, and in an instant, the frivolous and casual rogue transformed into a cool and aloof god.

"Kill me? You! As weak as a cat whose neck I'm holding?"

These words instantly stung Judy's proud pride that she had held for so many years, but at the same time, they also served as a stark reminder that Charlemagne was no longer the weak and incompetent man she had been three years ago, who was completely at her mercy.

Taking a deep breath, she instantly regained control of her emotions.

Once her thoughts calmed down, she began to re-examine the husband she had once envied and loathed.

Just now, she still regarded Charlemagne as the good-for-nothing she was three years ago, believing that such a good-for-nothing had no right to touch her.

But now, faced with the actions and power displayed just now, she had to believe that Charlemagne's power had surpassed her own in some aspects.

So Charlemagne certainly deserves to stand by his side like this now.

"I never would have guessed that someone as weak as you could become like this," Judy said calmly, having stopped resisting.

Charlemagne put his arm around her waist and laughed, "People are all about growing up!"

Chapter 0303 The Results Will Be Revealed in Bed

As the two were talking, they arrived at the master bedroom on the third floor.

The first male servant and the first female servant were already standing guard at the bedroom door.

The two of them were specifically responsible for serving the male and female masters.

“Young Master, we have prepared a bathroom and clothes for you. Please take a bath first, and then change into a proper outfit,” said the First Servant, Arian.

Charlemagne nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Judy and said, "Wait for me a moment, I'm going to take a shower, darling."

Judy nodded slightly, without saying a word.

As Arian led Charlemagne to the bathroom, Judy said to the first maid, "Go tell the butler to remove all the servants from the third floor when the young master returns."

The first maid nodded immediately: "Yes, Master."

After saying that, he turned around immediately.

When Judy pushed open the bedroom door, she found a figure standing inside.

Whoosh!

Judy's heart skipped a beat, and two sharp daggers flew out like bullets in an instant.

Snapped!

With a casual reach, the man easily caught the deadly throwing knife with just three fingers.

Seeing this, Judy's eyes narrowed; she was well aware of the power of her attack.

It makes it clearer what kind of strength the person who can catch this flying knife so easily possesses.

"Who are you?" Judy asked the man coldly.

The man was dressed in ordinary clothes; she recognized him as the very ordinary young man who had just stood next to Charlemagne.

The young man tilted his head slightly, and under Judy's gaze, the flesh on his face twitched continuously. Then, a familiar face appeared in front of her.

“Los Arkham!” Judy said with a serious expression.

Los looked around with a smile and sighed, "Just one bedroom is a full 100 square meters. Is this the status of a top capitalist? I've really seen it today!"

Judy looked at Los, and slightly raised her hand, a peculiar fluctuation gradually appearing.

Ross laughed and said, "How about it? I've done a good job training your husband, haven't I? Doesn't he seem much better now than he was three years ago?"

Suddenly, Judy opened her mouth and let out a shriek at Los.

But just as the shriek was uttered, Los put his finger to his lips and whispered, "Quiet."

…………

In that instant, Judy felt an indescribable, powerful force suddenly act on her mind, plunging everything into a deathly silence.

"No...impossible!" At this moment, Judy's expression turned panicked.

She was well aware of how powerful her command shriek was; she had even considered ten defensive or escape strategies that Los was prepared to employ.

She also prepared contingency plans to address these ten possibilities.

But to her utter surprise, the opponent used such an overwhelming method that she was unable to even fully unleash her trump card.

“What...what are you! You’re definitely not human!” Judy said through gritted teeth.

Los didn't answer, but said directly, "Don't make such a fussy scream that could be misunderstood. I have no other intentions or hostility. I just want to see the extravagance of the lives of top capitalists."

As he spoke, Los sighed, "Indeed, poverty has limited my imagination."

Then Los's body gradually became transparent, as if it were about to disappear.

"What exactly do you want?" Judy asked in a low voice.

Los casually replied, "It's nothing, I just wanted to travel. Don't worry, I won't interfere in your affairs with Charlemagne. If you're capable enough to kill Charlemagne, I won't say a word, much less interfere in your marital relationship."

Judy's mind raced as she tried to figure out Los's true purpose for coming here.

But as she pondered, Los's body gradually became transparent and vanished into thin air.

"Just how powerful has Los Arkham become?" Today, Judy realized that her previous assessment of Los was completely wrong.

She previously thought that Los was at most a top-tier superhuman of around level 40, and possessed some special knowledge that allowed him to modify humans.

Facing Los, who is at level 40, I am now at level 34 and have powerful special abilities, so I won't be crushed too much.

After all, she had seen several top-tier superhumans at level 40. Although there was a huge gap between her and them, she was not at the level of being able to kill them instantly.

But now, after their recent encounter, she realized that Los Arkham was far beyond the limits of her understanding.

You should know that even their level 48 bishops cannot directly interrupt their command shrieks!

"A level 50 demigod!?" Instantly, Judy thought of a level that made her tremble.

Level 50 is a true chasm, the boundary that distinguishes humans from gods.

Level 49 and Level 50 are only one level apart, yet the difference is immense.

She heard the bishop say that many people are currently stuck at level 40, while those who have reached level 50 are extremely rare.

There is no one in the whole world who can find a number that can be counted in a palm.

As Judy was lost in thought, a strong body suddenly embraced her from behind.

The strong scent of male hormones assaulted her through her clothes.

"Judy, have you missed me?" Charlemagne rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

For a moment, Judy was in a daze.

At that time, she was only eighteen years old, a young girl just beginning to experience love, and had not yet met the bishop. Due to their studies, the two could only see each other once a week.

Every time they met, Charlemagne would quietly hug her from behind and ask her questions in a gentle and affectionate voice.

Charlemagne immediately sensed Judy's dazed state, and his large hands began to wander up her flat stomach.

But Judy, who had regained her senses, grabbed her firmly.

"If you dare touch that place, I'll kill you even if it costs me my life!" Judy's voice was like that of a demon from hell.

Charlemagne tactfully lowered his hand, then let go of her and stepped into the bedroom on the soft carpet, taking a deep breath and saying, "I really miss it! I never thought I'd have the chance to sleep here again."

"Who gave you permission to sleep here?" Judy's tone was full of coldness and dissatisfaction.

Charlemagne remained silent, comfortably lying on the bed, and said, "Judy, stop saying such pointless and hurtful things. Don't you think it's childish and weak?"

Judy's eyes instantly sharpened like knives: "Oh? Your tone has really gotten a lot more arrogant."

Charlemagne sat up, reached into his pants and scratched himself, saying, "It's not just the breath that's gotten bigger!"

"You really think I wouldn't dare castrate you!?" Judy waved her hand, and a sharp blade appeared in her grasp.

Charlemagne said lazily, "Stop talking, come here! Let's settle this in bed!"

Chapter 0305 Sixth Form

The young master returned at three o'clock in the afternoon, and at three-thirty he went back to the bedroom with the mistress. Then the mistress removed everyone from the third floor.

The two hosts did not come out until seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Then, under the orders of the experienced steward, they simply abandoned the two hosts and prepared dinner for the guests.

After all, without the orders of the two masters, no one else dared to return to the third floor rashly.

As for what exactly happened on the third floor, no one knows.

The servants could only hear faint sounds, like screams or cries, from certain areas near the bedrooms on the second and fourth floors.

The voice was very strange, sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched, a continuous stream of incoherent babbling, sometimes abruptly stopping after a high-pitched shout.

Then, after a brief respite, the sobbing sound returned.

Most of the servants here were experienced people, so they naturally knew what the voice meant.

They were amazed not only by the young master's bravery but also by the mistress's incredible resilience.

The indistinct cries continued, starting high-pitched, becoming hoarse, and finally turning into faint moans.

The storm lasted from 4 p.m. until midnight before gradually subsiding.

Los, who was lying in the guest room on the west side of the second floor, sat on the bed, resting his chin on his hand and lost in thought.

As guests who had accompanied the young master for many years, Butler Bayer treated them with exceptional hospitality.

Each of them received a 40-square-meter luxury room, comparable to that of a luxury hotel.