Jiang Chen's foot came down, crushing the head of the Qinghuo Gang expert. Blood sprayed high into the air.
Blood pooled on the ground, staining the cold corpse red!
"Benefactor, you've saved my life again! From now on, you are my, Lui Yifa's, idol! You must come back to my family with me. I'll hire the best artist in Yulan Mansion to paint a portrait of you! We'll hang it in the central hall, and on the first and fifteenth of every month, I'll kowtow and worship it to ensure your incense burns strong and repay your kindness!" Lui Yifa dove over and hugged Jiang Chen's thigh, his face filled with excitement.
The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched, his face darkening. "..."
'What the hell!'
'The first and fifteenth of the month?'
'Are you trying to repay me or curse me to die an early death?'
Jiang Chen kicked Lui Yifa away and snarled, "This is your last warning. If you dare mention burning incense for me again, I'll slap you to death!"
"Er..."
