That man immediately corrected his remark. âYes, yes, yes. It must be my bad memory. It wasnât you,
but Ferdinand. How could Mozart, do something like that?â
Mozart,
Alex
Everyone looked amazed.
Mozart, said with a smile, âAlright! That was me!â
Mozart,
Alex
But then again, which teenager wasnât frivolous?
Through the years of youth, embarrassing experiences were no stranger to them. How could they grow
otherwise?
âSpeaking of which, Madam Quigley, who taught us English in junior high, looked very fierce when she
beat someone. I was accidentally caught red-handed that time, and she almost broke my leg.â
The man laughed heartily. âI know, right? She was old and ferocious.â
The people next to Mozart, looked extremely envious since they had such a history with the immortal
Mozart,. It was enough to make himself proud, and he could even brag about it to his descendants.
Mozart,
Alex
Mozart,
Alex
Some well-dressed female classmates frequently made eyes at Mozart,. Things werenât idle beneath
the table either, they would seduce Mozart, from time to time. If they could sleep with the immortal
Mozart, at the drop of a hat, their values would definitely increase by tens of thousands of times.
Mozart,
Alex
Mozart,
Alex
Mozart,
Alex
What a pity, though, Mozart, was unmoved the least by the seduction!
Mozart,
Alex
***
The first birthday banquet was exceptionally lively. The entire Rockefeller Manor was filled with a sea of
people. All who should and shouldnât have come had arrived, regardless of business circles or friends.
Everyone was well aware of the reason.
However, at that momentâ¦
A pitch-black wooden ship was floating over ten thousand feet above Rockefeller Manor, and on it
stood two people. It was an old grey-faced man whose face was all skins and bones.
It was none other than Ancestor Miller. He was an Immortal Monarch with a terrifying cultivation level.
Meanwhile, the other person was an enchanting and sultry woman⦠If Mozart, could see her, he would
probably be shocked, he was familiar with this woman, and they used to live under the same roof.
Mozart,
Alex
Carol Rockefeller of the Rockefeller family!
However, the current Carol was totally different from the woman Mozart, knew a long time ago.
Mozart,
Alex
She currently possessed a sinister aura all over her body, and her speech and expressions emanated
the vibe of an amorous woman.
âSir, do you see that?! Thatâs Mozart, Rockefeller! Heâs not Mozart, Miller from your Miller family! He
has been deceiving you!â
Mozart,
Alex
Mozart,
Alex
âAs for Daya Miller that you mentioned, thereâs no such person either. That was actually his mistress
called Daya Stoermer.â
âOne thing is clear, these two people must have killed all your Millers. Then, they disguised themselves
as the Millers. They really deserve to be killed!â
Ancestor Miller was breathing heavily, and his eyes were red-rimmed as he roared in a low voice.
Carol smiled faintly and took out a bottle of scarlet blood in a brief moment before she handed it over to
Ancestor Miller.
As soon as the bottle was opened, a strange smell of blood. Ancestor Miller went crazy completely
upon sniffing that smell.
Carol pointed down. âGo. All those people are your nemeses. They are archenemies of the Millers. Go.
Kill all of them so the dead Millers can rest in peace.â
Then, she poured the blood from the bottle into Ancestor Millerâs mouth.
Roar!
Upon drinking the blood, Ancestor Millerâs entire body grew abruptly. His appearance, skin, and bones
had now inflated like a balloon.
He let out a wild roar, shaking apart the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles, like a thunderclap
that resounded tens of thousands of miles away. Rockefeller Manor below him, on the other hand,
especially seemed to have encountered an air raid with a mass of energy crashing straight down.
Boom!
All the people in Rockefeller Manor felt an intense shock.
Fortunately, Mozart, set up a large spell formation, and it withstood the energy mass. Otherwise, the
group of guests wouldâve been miserable. However, the countless luxury cars and helicopters parked
outside Rockefeller Manor were not that lucky. After the energy swept through, they were all crushed
into scrap, with a third exploding on the spot.
Mozart,