"Is it that strange?" The girl was a little speechless. What century was this? At least he looked more feminine than a woman now. There were no cross-dressers here.
Not strange? Are you fucking kidding me? Kunpeng couldn't understand it. The Mortal Realm is terrifying! People actually consent to this sort of thing. But can't you stay the hell away from me? Kunpeng felt helpless. We slept together? We really did!
The past was best left unmentioned. Unfortunately, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Kunpeng looked utterly miserable. The girl couldn't take it anymore. You're gay, yet you're looking down on me? "Ah, shit! Isn't this exactly what you're into?"
What I'm into? Kunpeng could no longer hold back the blood welling up inside him. With a splutter, he sprayed it all over the bedsheet. Blood covered the girl's face, and an ear-splitting "Aah!" rang out.
The scream instantly snapped Kunpeng out of it. Grabbing his tattered clothes, he bolted, charging out of the hotel like a madman. Gazing at the pitch-black night sky, the mighty Demon God shed tears. "How the hell did I end up like this?"
With a thud, Kunpeng dropped to his knees. An ordinary person couldn't withstand a blow like this. The LED screen on the building overhead suddenly changed to an advertisement featuring a man lying on a bed in shorts. He looked uncannily like Kunpeng had earlier.
The man stroked himself as a song began playing. It was even fucking Chinese, since this was Chinatown. "Come on, have some fun! We've got all the time in the world!"
Fuck your mother! Kunpeng felt the pain of his wounds being ripped open. Have some fun, my ass! "We've got all the time in the world"-he seemed to have said that himself. The scene stirred