"The King of the God of Slaughter from the Temple of the God of Slaughter?"
Elizabeth was slightly taken aback. Her delicate brows furrowed. "Jiang, are you saying that Ye Chen, the King of the God of Slaughter, is currently in Jiangnan? The Temple of the God of Slaughter is headquartered in Europe, a massive force made up of desperate outlaws. This King of the God of Slaughter mysteriously disappeared three years ago. The outside world thought he was dead, but he was actually hiding in Jiangnan, Dragon Kingdom?"
"That's right."
Jiang Che nodded slightly, his smile turning increasingly enigmatic. "You'll find out what's going on the day after tomorrow."
Meanwhile, inside a luxuriously decorated villa somewhere in the Qiao Family.
Slap!
A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the hall for a long while.
Ye Chen clutched his reddened cheek and looked aggrievedly at the gorgeous woman before him, who stood with her hands on her hips like a shrew.
"Mom, why did you hit me again?"
As the master of the Temple of the God of Slaughter, he had been slapped across the face by his mother-in-law Yang Liping almost every day during the two and a half years since he had married into the Qiao Family.
Was that reasonable?
"You still have the nerve to bring that up?!"
Seeing Ye Chen's pitiful expression, Yang Liping became even more enraged and swung another slap at him.
Slap!
"The old madam's birthday banquet is the day after tomorrow. Why haven't you done anything about the gift I told you to prepare? You useless live-in son-in-law can't do anything right, yet you never get enough to eat! I only told you to buy a gift, and you're still dragging your feet!"
Yang Liping could not understand why the old master