After half an hour of driving, even veteran drivers Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were panting with exhaustion. They took an expired sausage out of a pocket.
Without asking Xiao Wu's permission, they shoved the sausage straight into her mouth, making her choke and cough.
Nearby, Tang San gradually slipped out of his impotent rage and into another peculiar state.
This state was called: NTR!
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's panting and Xiao Wu's despairing gaze kept growing more intense within Tang San's six senses.
Shi Nian's seventh Soul Ring continuously radiated dazzling black light, and his face was covered in a cruel, perverse grin.
Ten meters in front of Shi Nian, Tang San lay on the ground, barely breathing. He twitched from time to time, looking as though death was close at hand.
The coiling Blue Silver Grass gradually slipped to the ground. Shi Nian could clearly see a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of Tang San's mouth, his face flushed crimson.
"So what if you're a genius? You'll still die in the most agonizing way possible within my Martial Soul, Remnant Dream."
"What a shame. If I had the strength of a Titled Douluo, I could see everything he was experiencing within my Martial Soul. That would make it even more perfect."
At that thought, the smile on Shi Nian's face grew even crueler.
"Impressive! I've learned something new. So you can play like that, too!!! Dai Mubai, I, Qian Chongling, am willing to call you the Drift King!"
Just as Shi Nian was savoring the pleasure of tormenting Tang San, that voice rang out beside his ear.
Shi Nian froze and turned around, only to find a handsome young man dressed in black.
Shi Nian: Σ(￣ロ￣lll)!!!
Qian Chongling chuckled and said, "It's fine. Carry on.