"Today, I'm in a good mood, so consider it your lucky day, you get to keep your life."
The Child indicated with a glance at his feet, "Kneel down, kowtow nine times to your Grandpa Chong, and call out 'Grandpa Chong' nine times. Then we'll let this matter go. On any other day, I would have skinned you alive and fed your flesh and organs to the insects!"
"You, don't push me too far..."
Hmm?
The Insect Child snorted coldly, and immediately someone by his side held down the man, "Don't be impulsive, just do as he says."
The man's expression changed several times, about to kneel down.
Squeak—
The partially ajar tavern door suddenly swung open, and a tall, commanding Rice Hat Wanderer, holding a Refined Iron Zen Staff, stepped in under the morning sunlight.
"Such audacity, who dares meddle in your Grandpa Chong's business!" The Insect Child, having been provoked several times today, had violence flickering in his eyes.
"Are you the Insect Child?"
