Zhao Ritian held back his laughter so hard he was about to suffer internal injuries.
Ma Bucun held his breath until he was nearly ready to explode.
The butler didn't understand. He simply couldn't understand at all.
Zhao Ritian hadn't expected Long Aotian to get beaten up so badly. He had been in rough shape before too, but never as entertaining as this.
In the end, he clutched his stomach, completely let himself go, and pointed at Long Aotian as he burst into laughter:
"Hahaha... panda eyes... ahahaha... even his nosebleed is spraying out... hahahaha... his pants are red... hahahaha..."
Long Aotian sat to the side, circulating his energy to heal while glaring angrily at Zhao Ritian and trying to make sense of the logic here.
Ma Bucun looked at him. "Stop laughing. Who exactly are you?"
Zhao Ritian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Mr. Ma, I am Long Aotian, the Divine Doctor of Huaxia. This time, I came specifically to marry your daughter."
Ma Bucun turned to look at Ma Xun'er.
Ma Xun'er was utterly dumbfounded and panicked.
The butler was stunned. Looking at Ma Xun'er, his eyes were filled with shock, as though saying: How could you do such a thing?
Ma Xun'er shook her head. "I don't know him."
Zhao Ritian hurriedly said, "Oh, I'll treat your illness first. Once you take a liking to me, we'll get married."
Long Aotian wiped his nosebleed from the side. "You know how to treat illnesses?"
Zhao Ritian looked at Long Aotian. "Shit-Spraying Dragon, you wouldn't know this, would you? Martial Uncle gave me a miraculous medicinal pill. Eat it, and every illness and ache vanishes! Got nothing to say now, do you?"
"Martial Uncle!?" Long Aotian looked around. "He's here!?"
Ma Bucun was even more