Bai Fuchun, who had just woken up over there, was dumbfounded.
A blade of grass still hung from the corner of his mouth as he stood there completely stunned.
He silently chanted to himself:
Holy shit! Holy—shit!
Holy—shit! This old man!? Holy—shit!
Oh, holy—shit!
This is fucking fierce, holy—shit!
I need to get out of here, holy—shit!
Bai Fuchun turned around and crawled toward the grass pit with one arm, hoping no one had noticed him.
Lu Chengwen looked at Bai Fuchun and smiled, but seeing that he only had one arm and how pitifully bedraggled he looked, he felt a little sorry for him.
Sigh, he had already lost an arm. Now he was scared senseless, and could only use one arm even to escape. Forget it.
Then he pointed at Bai Fuchun. "Master, there's a chicken thief over there!"
"Hm!?"
Hun Tiangang whipped around. At that look, Bai Fuchun nearly ascended to heaven on the spot.
At that very moment, Bai Beikeng lay in the courtyard coughing up blood, unable to move his entire body. Tears streamed down his face as he lay on the ground.
Long Aotian walked out. "You bastard, I'll beat you to death!"
Lu Chengwen urged him, "Senior Disciple Brother! When it's time to kill, kill!"
Bai Fuchun felt that he no longer resembled himself at all.
Back in Tianwu, clearly... I was incredibly formidable. Everywhere I went, people respected me.
Who wouldn't give me some face wherever I came and went?
A Wumen Realm expert! Was this a joke!?
But in Northern Country, it fucking seemed like anyone could drag me over and beat me up.
And they humiliated me too. It was like... they would not give me even the slightest face. They were completely toying with me in the most degrading