Zhuang Zhou watched Hu Die keep shooting him meaningful looks, and resentment seethed in his heart.
Now he understood. Xu Tong understood. Zhuang Zhou had been trapped by the Butterfly Demons. He could no longer tell whether he was a man or a butterfly, so naturally, the butterflies had devoured him.
This was reality, yet Zhuang Zhou seemed to be living in a dream. All at once, Xu Tong understood.
The Know-It-All of the Primordial World's Human Path was probably suffering a calamity, but Xu Tong had no intention of revealing himself just yet. He wanted to keep watching.
Because these butterflies-this entire family of butterflies-were even more extraordinary.
"It's fine, it's fine!" Zhuang Zhou's father was remarkably philosophical about it.
With no other choice, Zhuang Zhou could only take him back.
"Get away! Who said you could eat at the table? Until you earn some money, all you get is cornbread and cabbage!" When Zhuang Zhou returned to eat, Li Hudie roared at him again.
"Oh, come on! How am I supposed to work without a full stomach?" Zhuang Zhou was furious beyond endurance.
"Oh, quite a temper you've got! Earn me ten thousand if you're so capable! Then I'll let you eat meat every day." Li Hudie was not particularly hot-tempered, but she was vicious to the bone.
After saying that, she added, "Right now, you're nothing but a useless man! Know your place!"
"Fine! I'm a useless man, but your daughter's very satisfied with me! Hu Die! Tell her, are you satisfied at night?" With anger filling his belly, Zhuang Zhou could not stop those crude words from spilling out.
"Ah!" The moment he said it, the atmosphere turned awkward.
Hu Die's face flushed crimson in an instant. She glared fiercely at Lu Dagen, then hurried back