Living into the Form He Hated Most

Liu Yan asked for some fun, posing as Kong Ji's devoted little admirer and wanting to hear which formidable expert this peerless Monster King had encountered.

Kong Ci smiled without saying a word. Though he was covered in rebellious bones, as if he had hatched solely to anger Kong Ji to death, that was only behind closed doors at home. Outside, father and son stood shoulder to shoulder against outsiders and would never expose their own scandals.

One bird and three snakes wound their way from Peacock City toward Xiangliu Royal City. The journey was so far that Minor Demons could never reach it in their lifetimes, but for the four of them, making the round trip took at most two or three days. Once they summoned their treasures, the journey would be even shorter.

The flying shuttle cut through the void. The four demons gathered together over wine, discussing their dreams, each with a bellyful of ambitions.

Young people, after all—who didn't have a dream? The difference was that some woke up and worked hard, while others woke up and changed their pants.

Kong Ci had two dreams. One was for Dog Father to stay obediently at home, spend more time with his mother, and stop fooling around outside all day. The other was to grow strong enough to carve out a place in the world with his own fists and feet.

Because the first dream had not come true, the second was out of the question too. He had nothing but dreams and stood still in place.

"Burp~~~"

The smell of wine churned in Liu Yan's belly. He slapped the wine table. "Brother Kong, your reasoning... I thought it over, and something's not right!"

"What isn't right?"

"Think about it. The reason the Peacock Demon King has wives