Tang Hao Wants the Sect to Help Him Get His Wife Back!

Inside Maple Dye Pavilion, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stopped what they were doing—whether they had been eating, chatting, or watching the show.

All eyes were now fixed on the figure kneeling on both knees, hands raised high.

A god.

A living, breathing god.

Had just... knelt.

And done so with astonishing decisiveness, in a posture so standard it could have gone straight into a textbook on surrender positions.

This absurd scene left every Title Douluo present with their minds buzzing, their worldview undergoing an eighteen-magnitude earthquake.

As the center of the storm, Bibi Dong had completely frozen in place.

Her clenched fist still hung awkwardly in midair.

Should she... hit her, or not?

If she did, the other party had already knelt. Would striking her now make Bibi Dong seem petty and beneath herself?

But if she did not, that pent-up rage in her chest would feel unbearable!

This woman had screwed her over for so many years. She had finally gotten the chance to beat her up, and she pulled something like this?

Bibi Dong's face alternated between red and pale. She had never been this conflicted in her life.

She could even feel the strange gazes from all around her—people who wanted to laugh but did not dare.

Especially Lin Feng behind the counter, whose undisguised look of someone enjoying the spectacle and hoping for more made her cheeks burn even hotter.

Inside Angel Rakshasa Dong's body, the Angel God had completely broken down.

"Are you insane?! You actually knelt! What about your godhood? What about your dignity?"

"Can dignity fill your stomach?" the Rakshasa God retorted righteously within their spiritual world. "Besides, didn't you see the way she looked just now? If she really beat us up, would this pretty face still be intact?"

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