"I, Xu Yicheng, have admired the Red Leaf Immortal Emperor for ten thousand years. Why do you get to become her Dao companion? I don't like it, so I'm here to fight you."
The short Immortal Emperor feigned anger. In truth, the goddess he admired was not Pei Hongye, but Cui Fen, whose pair of long legs were even taller than he was.
Though Cui Fen's name was a little rustic, she had grown right into his heart—especially those long legs, longer than his own lifespan.
In the dead of night, he often imagined himself naked as a monkey while her long legs were a tree.
He would cling tightly to that tree and climb all over it. That had to be the happiest thing in the world.
"Holy shit, that's so pathetic? You really can suck up, huh. Good thing one of my buddies isn't here, or you'd definitely be chopped to death today."
Tang Yu looked at the guy before him with disgust. "And have you looked in a mirror? With that face of yours, even if you had another hundred thousand years, no female cultivator would ever want you."
Looking like a goblin would have been one thing, but his facial features were practically crammed together. Worse still, he had such a lecherous air about him, yet he actually had the nerve to loudly proclaim that he had admired a goddess for ten thousand years?
Tang Yu was beginning to suspect that this guy cultivated the Dao of Simping.
"You pretty boy, die!"
Xu Yicheng could not stand hearing that. He had come today to deal with this brat on Cui Fen's behalf!
Cui Fen had specifically instructed him to pick a fight under the name of being Pei Hongye's admirer!
And he did not even need