Lu Chengwen laid Zhao Ritian on the ground.
"Brother Ritian, you saw what happened too. I absolutely didn't do it on purpose. If I had, I couldn't have hit that accurately, right?"
Zhao Ritian lay on the ground, his body twitching, his mouth twisted and eyes askew. One forearm was curled against his chest, while one hand struggled to extend a finger toward Lu Chengwen. Unable to speak, he could only make sounds.
"Y... your... mo..."
Lu Chengwen gently pushed his finger back into his palm.
"You're already like this, so stop swearing. Besides, I can't understand you anyway."
Lu Chengwen said, "But I believe that with your strength, you can definitely get back on your feet! You need to have faith in yourself. Do you have any wishes left for the rest of your life? Forget about getting married. If I really found you a wife in your condition, she'd cheat on you sooner or later, and it might even be with me..."
Zhao Ritian was furious to the point of death. His true energy was blocked, preventing him from using it freely. Being unable to even complete a proper curse on his own only made his anger surge harder!
"I... fuck... your... ances... tors!"
Lu Chengwen smiled. "You need to find a solution for that accent too. Otherwise, the caregivers will have a hard time figuring out what you want. How about this? I'll build you a little house right here and hire a few burly men from a mental hospital at high pay to take care of you. Don't worry, I'll come visit when I have time. But I'm guessing I won't have much time for the rest of my life, so you..."
Lu Chengwen wanted to say more when he felt someone grab him by the