[Deng Libuduo] snapped out of his daze. Seeing the screen flooded with "holy shit," he echoed the same two words: "Holy shit!"
Crack!
A bolt of lightning flashed past.
[Deng Libuduo], who had only just recovered, had his hair singed into an afro again.
"Foul language deserves punishment!" Forced to unleash a bolt of lightning, Lin Bai shot [Deng Libuduo] an irritated glance and rebuked him.
Struck by lightning out of nowhere, [Deng Libuduo] instantly lost every trace of the awe the poetry had inspired in him and was forcibly dragged back into his miserable reality.
"Hahaha! Poor Deng getting zapped as usual."
"Only the master may say 'holy shit.' Children mustn't swear. We need to strengthen their moral character."
"Seriously, who's the programmer behind the City Lord? I have to burn some incense in his honor. He's miles better than my literature professor!"
"The writer behind Shopkeeper Lin is the real god. How many golden lines has he dropped in the past two days?"
"With talent like that, why work as a writer for the Game Company? What a criminal waste!"
"It's not that I want to. The thing is, they pay too much."
The sudden lightning startled Song Jinnan and his family of three. They huddled together reflexively, a flicker of terror passing through their eyes as they looked at Lin Bai.
It was the innate fear that dark, sinister beings felt toward yang lightning.
Song Jinnan looked at Lin Bai, profound anxiety flashing through his eyes.
He had no idea how many secrets Shopkeeper Lin was hiding.
With abilities like these, he could subdue their whole family single-handedly. There was no need at all to trick Long Xi into coming to his death.
At that moment.
In his mind, Shopkeeper Lin had become far more