"Cough... cough, cough..."
Clutching her lower abdomen, Tang Wutong struggled to climb up from the ground. A sickly, bizarre smile hung on her face as she stared fixedly at Tang San's back, and even her soft, lovely pinkish-blue eyes had become heavily bloodshot.
"Daddy... you really are heartless. You've never felt any familial affection for me at all, have you?"
"Shut up! You're not my daughter!" Tang San's calm expression shattered in an instant, his handsome face immediately twisting like a vicious ghost's.
And yet, our great bleeding-heart Goddess of Life delivered her usual performance once again. This time, however, the one she pressured was not the God of Destruction, but Tang San.
A ray of light brimming with life energy fell upon Tang Wutong, rapidly healing her body. The Goddess of Life also flashed behind her and supported her swaying frame.
"Tang San, what the heck are you doing?! She's Xiao Qi! She's your daughter!" The Goddess of Life stared at Tang San with grief and anger written across her face. "How could you strike her so hard?!"
Tang San: ?!
Not a single word about her stabbing me, huh?!
Tang San finally understood exactly how the God of Destruction had felt while he was enjoying the man's predicament. This woman was utterly unreasonable!
At that thought, Tang San could not help casting a sympathetic glance at the God of Destruction. At that moment, however, the latter did not share his feelings at all. Instead, he glared furiously at Ye Qing, the aura of destruction around him gradually running wild.
The God of Destruction had watched with his own eyes as the blade Tang Wutong had just used to stab Tang San flew into Ye Qing's hand.
That was Ye Qing's weapon!
Unlike the Goddess of Life, who had