If anyone told this story, even the lowliest servant god in the Divine Realm would refuse to believe it.
"I like the sound of that, Destruction God King."
Fang Fan let his smile fade and shrugged at the Destruction God King. His tone was light, but he enunciated every word.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Teacher Destruction God King. Please remove the evil thoughts from my master."
He lingered deliberately on "teacher," as if answering the Destruction God King's remark about treating a disciple like a son.
At the same time, he glanced at the Evil God King from the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the cloud of black mist shuddered violently again.
"You—"
The Evil God King pointed at the Destruction God King, his fingertip trembling.
"Well played, Destruction! I'll remember this!
Just wait until we're back in the Divine Realm. I'll show you what happens!"
"I look forward to it."
The Destruction God King could not even be bothered to turn around.
"But you'd better clean up your Evil God Kingdom first, or you might not have anywhere to set foot when you get back."
The Evil God King was so furious that his black mist burst outward like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. After snarling, "Just you wait," he turned into a streak of black light and shot back into the pitch-dark passage.
The passage slammed shut behind him. Only a few wisps of black mist remained, slowly fading in the air like embers scattered by the wind.
Fang Fan paid the Evil God King no more attention.
Some things needed no soothing, and some gods were not worth keeping around.
He turned to Bibi Dong, crouched, and lifted her into his arms.
She felt full-figured and warm against him.
Bibi Dong had