"..."
Xiao Yan was dumbfounded.
Damn it, Dad, you did that on purpose, didn't you?
Luckily, he had only said it in narration.
"Little Yan, did you just say you'd stand on your head and slurp noodles?"
Xiao Lang glanced at Xiao Yan beside him, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"No, no, Third Brother, I didn't say anything just now."
Xiao Yan hurriedly shook his head. How could Third Brother possibly hear the narration he had spoken? He would not be stupid enough to admit it, either.
At the same time, Xiao Yan was deeply shaken. Had his Third Brother really slaughtered the Jia Lie Family?
"Huh? Third Brother, why does your aura seem stronger again?"
Xiao Yan's soul sensed that Xiao Lang's aura had grown considerably stronger, and he could not help asking curiously.
Hearing the question, Xiao Lang finally set down his chopsticks. It had not been in vain for him to deliberately release a bit of his aura—his third younger brother had finally noticed.
He wiped his mouth, then lit a custom cigar. After taking a puff and slowly exhaling a stream of white smoke, he said with a profound gaze:
"Last night, I got carried away with the killing and suddenly attained enlightenment, so..."
"So, I am now a Da Dou Shi."
"So, I am now a Da Dou Shi."
"So, I am now a Da Dou Shi."
Xiao Lang looked as though he did not care, but he actually pulled out a loudspeaker and played it over and over.
"Turn that damn loudspeaker off!"
Xiao Zhan looked speechless as he stared at his son. Along with his shock came deep self-reproach.
In the end, he still had not cured his son.
But listen to the nonsense you're spouting.
You got carried away with