"Destroy Spirit Hall? Pfft—" Bai Ranmo couldn't hold back his laughter.
No wonder Er Bidong and Gangzi had taken a shine to each other. They were a perfect match of fools.
Only Er Bidong could say something that laughable.
"Bibi Dong, know your place." Qian Renxue pointed coldly at Bibi Dong, fury filling her eyes. "If you dare say anything that treasonous against Spirit Hall again, or point your finger at Ranmo, I won't mind crippling one of your hands first!"
"Qian Renxue, you..." Bibi Dong felt as though she couldn't breathe.
Suddenly, she felt like her daughter had been lured away by some white-haired biker punk, only to point at her and say, "Mom, you don't understand him."
Bibi Dong believed she did care about Qian Renxue, even though she'd called her a bastard, slapped her across the face, and never really treated her as her daughter...
But she felt guilty about it, too. She'd even secretly told Qian Renxue she was sorry so many times. She'd already apologized—what more did they want from her?
"Come on, Pope. Let me show you something good." Bai Ranmo grinned and had the guards who'd taken Gangzi away carry him back in.
"My dear martial niece, little Yue, close your eyes first." Bai Ranmo pointed at the mask on Gangzi's face, kindly warning the two women beside him so they wouldn't be sickened by the sight.
"What's there to close our eyes for?" Tianyue hadn't realized how serious this was and looked completely unconcerned. "Take off his mask, and it's just his bearded face and buzz cut, right? What's so scary about that?"
Qian Renxue looked puzzled, too, though she had a bad feeling about this.
"Fine. Just don't take it out on me afterward." Bai Ranmo twitched his nose and had