If This Painting Is Worth Fifty Thousand Taels of Gold, I'll Slap My Own Mouth Crooked - New Book, Please Support!

Outside the Qingyun Dao Sect's main hall.

A series of miserable screams rang out.

Su Changyu stood outside the door, somewhat afraid to enter.

"You damned bastard!"

"You still dared to inscribe a poem? Who gave you the courage to inscribe a poem?"

"I'm going to beat you to death, you unfilial disciple!"

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! Please, don't hit me anymore! Master, what did I do wrong?"

"Wuwuwuwuwu, Master, I really can't take it anymore! Don't hit me again! If you keep hitting me, I'll really die!"

"Master, isn't it just a painting? Was there really any need for this?"

"Master, I refuse to accept this!!!!!!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"You still refuse to accept it? You still dare to be stubborn?"

"You damned bastard, do you know how much gold this painting was worth?"

"I'm going to beat you to death!!!!!"

As the incomparably shrill screams continued.

Su Changyu, standing outside, began to panic as well.

Although it had been much the same when he beat Xu Luochen earlier, he had not been calm at the time. Now that he had calmed down, hearing such sounds, Su Changyu simply did not dare to walk in.

"Xu Luochen, Xu Luochen. Senior Brother did everything he could to help you, yet you insisted on courting death yourself. You, you! You truly deserve it."

Su Changyu's heart was filled with helplessness.

Though he did not dare go inside, he could not possibly stand by and watch Xu Luochen truly get beaten to death, could he?

When people were extremely enraged, they could very easily lose their reason.

Thinking this, Su Changyu gritted his teeth and pushed open the door.

Very soon, the sight of Xu Luochen lying on the ground entered Su Changyu's eyes.

Inside the main hall.

Xu Luochen lay on