Tang Ming slowly woke up, his face devoid of color, his entire body soaked with cold sweat. He looked at the demon who still hadn’t left, his whole body trembling uncontrollably once again.
He was no longer the mighty chieftain of the grassland, all of his courage and bravery had been destroyed by the person before him.
He looked at the other person in fear, tears brimming in his eyes, terror and desperation intertwined.
Gu Jiao ignored his despair.
She wasn’t a good person, she never was. She was willing to descend into hell after death, to suffer thousands of cuts, but the vengeance of this lifetime, she had to take in this lifetime!
Gu Jiao gently smiled: "You can speak now."
Tang Ming moved his mouth slightly and let out a low sound. He could finally make a noise, albeit a very weak one.
Gu Jiao took out a syringe from her pocket.
In the black night, Tang Ming couldn’t clearly see what the object was, only sensing a faint glint of cold light.
"What... what are you trying to do?" he asked in fear.
Gu Jiao’s gaze landed below his belt: "Chemical castration."
Tang Ming didn’t quite understand the first two words, but he understood the last two.
His face drastically changed: "Don’t..."
Don’t?
Okay.
Gu Jiao silently put the syringe back into her pocket.
The next second, she pulled out a scalpel and wickedly said, "Then let’s do a physical castration!"
Tang Ming: "...!!!"
Meanwhile, after Tang Yueshan returned to the courtyard, he took a rest. Having gone through a stressful day, he was indeed exhausted and fell asleep shortly after.
He woke up in the middle of the night, startled by a nightmare, and sat up abruptly.
The window had been left ajar, now swaying back and forth with the night wind.
Unable to remember the dream he had, all Tang Yueshan knew was that his heart was pounding. He frowned, intending to check on Tang Ming’s condition. Just as he lifted the quilt, he heard a heart-wrenching scream.
The sound was faint, as if muffled by layers of cotton. If not for Tang Yueshan’s excellent hearing, he would never have heard it!
"Mingming!"
It was silent at this late hour, overflowing with the quiet charm of night, with no one else around except for a few empty boats that had retired for the night.
Under the towering sky, it seemed that only the two of them and the horse were left.
"Did we shake them off?" Gu Jiao, seated in front of him, asked.
"Mm, we shook them off." He answered.
They had shaken them off quite some time ago, but for safety’s sake, they had run a little longer.
Gu Jiao lightly jumped off the horse.
She closed her eyes, enjoying the lake breeze mixed with moisture, and asked him: "How did you happen to come?"
Gu Chengfeng also dismounted, leading the horse to the grassy beach. As he watched the horse eat grass, he replied: "Yeah, why did I come? Can’t I just stumble upon you?"
"Oh." Gu Jiao responded, strolled across the lawn, sat down on a stone step by the shore, randomly picked up a piece of broken tile, and threw it towards the lake.
The tile skipped seven or eight times on the water before sinking into it.
However, Gu Jiao was not satisfied and sighed: "I’m regressing."
Gu Chengfeng’s mouth twitched. With those thin arms of yours, skipping seven or eight times is already miraculous, don’t you think?
Seeing the horse enjoying the grass without a care, Gu Chengfeng left it be. He walked over to Gu Jiao, searched for a small piece of tile, and decided to show her a demonstration of a man’s power.
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