Bai Huan's Death

Zhang Xiaohua... was furious!!!

He ran through every impression he had ever had of Bai Huan from beginning to end. He truly could not think of a single moment when Bai Huan had made him disgusted or even slightly ill-disposed toward him. Even Bai Huan's extortion when they had first met, looking back on it now, had merely been the petty-mindedness of a small fry. He was countless times better than Brother Ma, who only knew how to bully newcomers, or Cheng Shi, who seized and plundered by force!

Then he thought of how Bai Huan had tried to curry favor with Chen Fengxiao while not daring to offend him, that cautious little manner of his; how Bai Huan had stood outside the cave within the range of his divine sense, wanting to call out to him yet fearing he would disturb his cultivation; how he had cautiously taken out the herbs he had obtained from You Lan Mu Lian, nervously exchanging them with him for pills. What pained Zhang Xiaohua most was when he had finally entrusted Huanhuan to Bai Huan, and Bai Huan had carelessly patted his chest and agreed without hesitation. Right after that came the joke Zhang Xiaohua had made to Bai Huan: "I wouldn't tell even if beaten to death!"

Now, those words had become reality. The chest Bai Huan had patted while promising him was now covered in whip marks. And what about the promise Zhang Xiaohua had made to Bai Huan?

Looking at Bai Huan's miserable state before him, Zhang Xiaohua felt boundless desolation in his heart. Perhaps this was the fate of a small fry. If he had not come here, then by tomorrow, Bai Huan would have been thrown somewhere and never found again. Even if Zhang Xiaohua had wanted to