What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 875

“Through Qiao Wensong’s memories, Ye Yu already knew of his connection to Shang Jinleng.

One could even say that the reason Shang Jinleng was able to run rampant in the Demon Realm was because he had a Sanctuary Elder as his backer.

It was Qiao Wensong who had ordered Nangong Jingtang not to interfere with anything Shang Jinleng did!

So Ye Yu was not surprised by Shang Jinleng’s address of “Second Uncle.”

You like calling me “Uncle,” do you?

Then let your dear uncle show you a little more affection!

Under the gaze of all the demonfolk, Qiao Wensong’s form flickered, and in an instant he was before Shang Jinleng, delivering a sharp slap across his face.

The crisp smack echoed through the city walls!

Many demons involuntarily shivered, some even covering their own cheeks.

That was quite a blow!

Even at the peak of Demon King Realm, Shang Jinleng’s mouth and nose bled from the strike.

His face contorted with rage as he wiped away the blood and snarled, “Uncle, what do you mean by this?”

Qiao Wensong raised a hand, pointing at Ye Yu.

“I’ll tell you—your uncle loves to be ridden! See that demon over there? From now on, call him ‘Master’!”

At these words, Nangong Jingtang’s eyes flew wide in disbelief as she stared at Ye Yu.

She thought she understood—yet dared not be certain, for it was utterly inconceivable!

Shang Jinleng glanced at Ye Yu, and upon realizing Ye Yu was only at the Lord Realm, his anger flared even higher.

“Uncle, have you gone mad? A mere Goat Demon—what merit has he?”

“Heh, you brat, still talking back?”

Qiao Wensong snorted and raised his hand again, delivering an even fiercer slap.

This one sent Shang Jinleng crashing to the ground, shockwaves rippling outward!

All the demons watched in stunned silence.

If the first slap could be dismissed as flattering the Predestined Great Demon, this second was indefensible.

Calling you “uncle” proved you were his nephew, not his enemy—yet you struck him so hard!

At that moment, the Blood-Flesh Myriad Souls Cauldron glowed fiercely, tendrils of violet qi streaming into Shang Jinleng, healing his wounds.

This prevented his face from swelling grotesquely.

Ye Yu arched an eyebrow.

On his command, Qiao Wensong immediately gathered the cauldron into his hand.

Indeed, the true master of this treasure was Sanctuary Elder Qiao Wensong. He could grant its use to Shang Jinleng and retrieve it just as easily.

“Foolish nephew, it’s wasted on you—your uncle will make better use of it!”

With that, Qiao Wensong erased the cauldron’s marks and tossed it to Ye Yu, who caught it.

A brutal aura leapt from the artifact.

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