Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 616

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Dive into Chapter 616, a pivotal chapter in Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf, written by Bryson Salazar. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.

Chapter 616 Why Are You Feeling Inferior

The two had already been naked, but suddenly Queenie opened her eyes and a hint of coldness appeared.

John was stunned at once.

He thought, “Wow, you’re really good at it, Queenie! You’re playing some sexual cosplay with me, right? You want to play the role of a fairy, huh? That’s much more advanced than those nurses, flight attendants, and teachers.”

Hidden deeply!

It was as if a new world had opened up before John.

He had just been about to go all out, rushing into danger, when he heard Queenie’s abrupt shout, “You’re impenitent, get lost!”

Boom!

A terrifying chill spread out instantly.

John suddenly sprang up as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his Nameless divine skill felt the sense of danger, crazily operating on its own. But the next second, it suddenly froze.

The Nameless divine skill, frozen!

His blood was also frozen!

At the same time, a thick layer of ice formed rapidly on John’s skin, instantly turning him into an ice sculpture. He was unable to move at all.

Fuck fuck fuck!

Fortunately, his brain hadn’t been completely frozen, and he continuously cursed someone in his mind.

So it wasn’t a sexual cosplay after all!

What the fuck was this terrible freezing power?

John was almost on the verge of collapse.

He was frozen in place naked, looking like Michelangelo’s famous sculpture, David.

How embarrassing!

“Hmph, you lowly creature of the mortal realm. I warned you once, yet you continue to be unrepentant. Your death is not to be regretted!”

Queenie’s beautiful face was cold as she got out of bed and put on a nightgown. Walking over to John, she pointed at his chest with her slim finger.

Queenie had expected that his body would shatter like broken ice sculptures, but to her surprise, he remained motionless.

“Huh?”

Queenie couldn’t help but be surprised.

At this moment,

John was furiously mobilizing his divine and demonic power to drive out the terrible freezing energy inside his body. If it wasn’t dispelled soon, his internal organs would suffer frostbite.

But before his divine and demonic power could be mobilized, the chilling energy inside his body suddenly retreated along her finger that Queenie directed at him, disappearing quickly.

“You, a mere mortal, can withstand my icy attack. It seems you do have some skills. For now, I’ll let you go, but if there is a next time, I won’t show mercy.”

Queenie absorbed all the chilling energy back into her finger as she finished speaking.

Crack!

The thick layer of ice on John’s skin melted instantly, wetting down the ground.

“John, why are you dripping with water?”

Queenie had recovered and reached out to touch him. But he flinched and quickly grabbed his clothes to put them on.

“It’s not that I don’t want to accept you, but that I can’t accept…”

I was afraid you would kill me.

John was about to say the second half of his sentence, but he heard Queenie complain, “You admit it now. You believe that I’m not good enough for you. Otherwise, why won’t you accept me when I am so willing to give myself to you?”

John didn’t know how to explain.

Now it had returned to this. How could John explain himself?

didn’t

He felt a headache coming on and tentatively grabbed her shoulder. Thankfully, the chilling energy explode forth again. He said seriously, “Queenie, think back carefully to when I got close to you. Did you feel that something was wrong?”

John asked seriously.

But Queenie thought of the scene and her face reddened. And she muttered softly, “I… I was nervous, and I didn’t feel anything…”

John was speechless.

There wasn’t much else John could say, and at that very moment, his phone, which he had left on the table, rang and interrupted the awkwardness.

He hadn’t put it on silent mode this time.

It came in time.

John changed the subject and answered the call, “What’s wrong, Leo?”

It was Leo who had called him.

John heard the seriousness in Leo’s voice, “Majesty King, that cultivator from before has come again, and he’s brought a new face with him.”