The wedding feast ended, and the guests all dispersed. Although there had been some accidents during last night's feast, and it seemed they had heard violent noises, no one went to investigate.
Even though they knew Jiang Lin had probably been dismembered.
He'd better have been dismembered!
Hmph! Scumbag!
Thus, on this fresh morning, after leaving Guest Peak—that was, after failing to see Jiang Lin's gravestone—some people (and demons) felt a little disappointed.
Otherwise, they would certainly have spat several mouthfuls of saliva on his grave.
As for Jiang Lin...
That scumbag Jiang Lin was still kneeling on the Washboard in the room, while pairs of snow-white, long legs kept bumping against his body, making him sway left and right like a roly-poly...
Jiang Lin could only place his hands on his knees and lower his head, but the strips of snow-white ankles swaying before him made his eyes go blurry.
This was all Shu Lu's fault!
That was right!
Jiang Lin shamelessly pushed the blame away.
Even though Shu Lu hadn't done anything...
But...
Huh?
Where was Shu Lu?
Jiang Lin turned his head and saw that little girl Shu Lu had slipped away at some point.
And speaking of which, why did he always feel so empty?
Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze from those pairs of pale, rosy ankles and sat down to examine himself.
Wait! Where was his First Snow?
"Master, Master, are you going back?"
Jiang Lin was still enduring the Asura, and it was gradually showing signs of spreading, so Shu Lu had hurried out in time.
If Senior Tian Fang and the others connected her with that Flower-Picking Thief Jiang Lin and accidentally injured an ally, that would be bad.
"Oh, Greenie~"
Kong, who had been preparing to leave, turned around to look