Slap!
God King Tang finally gritted his teeth through the pain, raised his hand, and struck Guan Jian Wu across the face.
For victory—no, damn it!
For Dong'er!
Of course.
God King Tang's slap had all the thunder but none of the rain. It merely looked and sounded heavy; in truth, he had not used much force at all.
Seeing this, Destruction frowned and said, "Tang San, that's where you're wrong. When we play a game, we play for authenticity."
"Who are you trying to fool?"
"Destruction!"
God King Tang was practically furious to death.
Damn it!
I've already hurt Xiao Wu. I've already gone this far. How can you bastard still refuse to let it go?
God King Tang clenched his teeth, his face dark as he said, "If you insist on making me get serious, then I would rather this game not continue!"
"Brother~"
Having just received Tang San's slap, Guan Jian Wu was now so moved that she burst into tears and threw herself into God King Tang's arms.
"Tch!"
At that moment, a scornful voice came from the projection.
Lower Realm.
Xiao Wu sat beside Wang Dong'er, eating grilled potato slices with a face full of contempt.
"How hypocritical!"
"Every single day, Tang San, you're the best at putting on an act. You keep talking about how much you love Guan Jian Wu, dressing yourself up as some deeply affectionate man, but in reality, you're nothing but bullshit!"
"If you truly cared and truly cherished her, then you should have considered things from her perspective. When you split Dong'er's soul and plotted against the Soul Beast Clan's fate, did you ever think about how she, as a mother and as a Soul Beast, would face all of this?"
"Let's not mention those distant things that haven't