Over time, even if Tang Wutong had initially felt guilty toward Wang Qiu'er, it would eventually turn into hatred.
Tang Wutong was possessive by nature. How could she allow the man she loved most to still carry the shadow of another woman in his mind?
What was more, she could never defeat that shadow. After all, no one could defeat someone who was already dead. In the minds of the living, the dead gradually became perfect.
Having figured this out, Lan Hong found it rather dull. He realized that he had underestimated the power of time. Time truly could change a person's nature.
Take Tang San. Before becoming a god, although the things he did were hardly respectable, they were at least things a human being could do.
But after Tang San became a god, the things he did could only be described as anthropomorphic.
Lan Hong glanced at Butterfly God Tang Wutong again. Her gaze had never strayed from Dai Yuhao.
Then Lan Hong raised a hand and pulled her before him. His sudden action instantly made the atmosphere tense.
"What are you trying to do? Let Xiao Qi go. You can come at me instead."
Lan Hong ignored the others and merely said to Butterfly God Tang Wutong, "Since you know Wang Qiu'er is not you, then you should return what was never yours."
Then Lan Hong stripped from Butterfly God Tang Wutong the fortune that had originally belonged to the Three-Eyed Golden Lion.
Yet as he looked at that sliver of fortune, he could not help feeling helpless.
The fortune representing the soul beast race was now reduced to so little. It was no wonder the soul beast race had been driven to the brink of extinction.
Butterfly God Tang Wutong was incapable of wearing down the