The sky was blue, the clouds drifting lazily...
Blue waves lapped against the warm yellow sand, and sunlight spilled over the little fishing village, painting a naturally beautiful pastoral landscape.
Of course, it would have been even better without Mo Fan throwing a tantrum like a bitter, scorned wife.
"Don't listen. His language is filthy." Zhou Sining quietly covered Mu Nujiao's ears, trying to block out the noisy stream of obscenities.
"I can still hear him." Mu Nujiao sounded helpless.
"You won't in a moment." Zhou Sining ruffled her hair.
Mo Fan was still ranting at the sky and sea, completely unaware that Zhou Sining had already walked up behind him.
"Come on, Mo Fan. Calm down."
"How am I supposed to calm down?!" Mo Fan's face was full of indignation.
"I... holy shit!!!"
Splash!
A huge spray of water shot up, showing just how much force Zhou Sining had put into that kick.
Under everyone's astonished gazes, he slowly lowered his foot. With a wave of his hand, an invisible force sent Mo Fan flying again just as he climbed back up.
"Zhou Sining!!!"
Mo Fan crawled ashore like a half-drowned dog, his fury almost tangible.
"If reason doesn't get through to you, I happen to know a thing or two about throwing punches." Zhou Sining smiled indifferently.
"Fuck!"
"You—you—you! You—you—you! You..."
"You what? Keep making that racket and I'll give you a taste of my Gangsha Flame." Zhou Sining's smile never reached his eyes.
Mo Fan silently raised both middle fingers in an internationally recognized gesture of goodwill. "You think I'm scared of it?"
Fuck that. I've got Rose Flame in one hand and Little Flame Fairy in the other. Why would I be scared of Zhou Sining's fire?
What a joke!
"Want to give it a try,