[ Ding! Ye Chen fell into immense misery and grief, feeling like a pathetic, powerless husband. Emotion Points +19999! ] [ Ding! The host made Ye Chen wear a cyber green hat, causing the son-in-law God of Slaughter to fall into an endless cycle of sorrow. Emotion Points +29999! ]
Time slowly dragged on amid torment.
Another long two and a half hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The door at the end of the corridor remained tightly shut, like an insurmountable abyss.
The two Shadow Guards stood beside Ye Chen like two dutiful guardian deities, coldly watching his every move and giving him no chance to pull any tricks.
In the corner.
Ye Chen's state of mind had gradually shifted from his initial rage, resentment, and madness into a deathly numbness.
His body trembled nonstop, shaking as though he had the chills.
His tears had long since run dry, leaving only silent sobs.
Men did not shed tears lightly, only because their hearts had not yet been broken.
Today's experience had completely shattered all the pride and dignity of the Temple of the God of Slaughter's master, grinding his heart into the ground again and again until it was crushed to pieces.
It was not until the sun set and dusk fell.
Golden afterglow streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the luxurious private suite on the top floor.
Jiang Che slowly rose from the large bed and stretched, his bones crackling loudly.
Feeling refreshed, he walked into the shower and let the warm water wash over him as he happily checked the gains he had just made.
"Not bad, not bad."
"That unlucky bastard Ye Chen gave me nearly two hundred thousand Emotion Points in just one day! Harvesting this leek feels damn good!"