A Two-in-One: Each Taking Fifty Strokes

That sentence made Feng Yun secretly sigh.

They already looked down on you so much... and you could still ask whether they were enemies?

Wasn't that just asking to make yourself miserable?

In the hall, Night Demon's voice was dripping with mockery. "Qi Tianyue, are you sick in the head? The moment I came in, I sensed the killing intent in your heart. Your desire to kill me was practically spilling out of that forehead of yours, which doesn't contain much brain matter to begin with. And yet you still put on this fake expression of meeting an old friend and tried to cozy up to me. I'm just wondering—when your mother gave birth to you, did she throw away the baby and raise the placenta instead? With intelligence like yours, did you really think you were clever?"

"Use your brain, you idiot!"

Night Demon's voice continued to ring out, spewing an endless stream of infuriating remarks as though they cost him nothing.

It had to be said that ever since Fang Che had met Gentleman Sword, his eloquence had been improving by leaps and bounds.

"You don't think people with sensitive spiritual senses can detect the killing intent in your heart, do you? Oh, you're the Gold Cloud Sect Leader, right? Didn't your father tell you that until you can use Spirit Energy Shielding, you shouldn't put on a false show of sincerity? Oh, I almost forgot. Your father probably didn't want to raise a mentally disabled placenta either... so he didn't teach you?"

Night Demon's cutting voice carried into the rear hall.

Feng Yun almost choked. "...Damn... What a poisonous mouth!"

Feng Yi and Feng Er were already laughing so hard their shoulders trembled.

When Night Demon's mouth wasn't aimed at them, his words really were hilarious. Especially