Lin Bei lowered his eyes slightly.
He watched Ma Hongjun charge over brutally.
Ma Hongjun's chubby figure was shockingly agile. In the blink of an eye, he smashed through the fence and arrived in front of Lin Bei, throwing a punch.
Damn it, you can't stand seeing someone handsomer than you, is that it?
I'm just watching the show, and even I get dragged into this?
Even a clay man had a temper.
Did he really think Grandpa was some soft persimmon?
Lin Bei cursed inwardly. In that split second, he raised his hand and flicked Ma Hongjun on the head, immediately producing a crisp thunk.
Cuihua, hearing the commotion, turned around and saw Ma Hongjun fly far away like a cannonball with a miserable scream before crashing to the ground with a boom.
"..." Cuihua's eyes widened.
What happened?
How had Ma Hongjun just gone flying?
She looked at Lin Bei, only to see him casually withdraw his finger and smile at her.
"Miss Cuihua, your little boyfriend's head seems a bit muddled. You don't mind if I help clear it, do you?"
"Lin... Lin Bei, is Ma Hongjun okay?" Cuihua swallowed and asked.
"He's fine. At most, he's unconscious."
He had already held back enough.
Otherwise, with his current Demigod-level physical constitution, he wouldn't even need to activate his Martial Soul or Soul Power. He could slap Ma Hongjun to death outright.
Just now, Lin Bei had only used one finger, lightly, lightly, lightly flicking Ma Hongjun's little head.
"Uh..."
Cuihua had no time to chat with Lin Bei and hurriedly ran toward Ma Hongjun. She saw a big red bump had appeared on Ma Hongjun's forehead, and he was lying unconscious on the ground.
"Hongjun, Hongjun, are you all right?"
Cuihua shook Ma Hongjun.
Before long, Ma