Won't Die, It's True

"..."

"..."

After saying that, Ao Yulie nearly slapped himself.

My wife was my right hand, or my left hand, or both hands.

That was a self-deprecating saying among wolves.

It was full of condemnation for this unfair society.

And in Tang Luo's hands, that self-mocking phrase had been elevated to an entirely new level.

My right hand was my wife—not a joke, but a fact.

Xia Mei slept within the Women's Kingdom, and Tang Luo's Buddha Kingdom in the Palm in his right hand controlled the Women's Kingdom.

By logic, there was nothing wrong with that.

Your wives were fake. Mine was real.

To reward the quick-witted little prince of logic, Ao Yulie, Tang Luo not only fulfilled his wish to experience the gale.

He also slapped every other Blood Sigil onto Ao Yulie.

The full package, turning him into a well-rounded warrior.

That way, when he got beaten up, he could do so with a little more dignity.

He could also adapt to the enhancements of the Blood Sigils and build up ample experience for future speedy deliveries—or speedy advances.

Anyway, Ao Yulie only had two main directions now: running fast and getting beaten up.

His daily routine was practicing getting beaten up.

Tang Luo was not the one doing the beating. He sat to the side, petting Howling Celestial Dog as he supervised.

Bajie served as the main attacker, while Sha Wujing gave guidance. Reborn as the artifact spirit of a defensive treasure, he could precisely control the intensity.

He could improve Ao Yulie's thick skin—no, improve Ao Yulie's defense—without actually hurting him.

As for pain, there was no avoiding that.

There could be no gain without sacrifice, and pain could stimulate one's potential to a certain extent.

Back then, Tang Luo had relied on the Consecration