Zhou Hao's encounter was, of course, all thanks to Su Yi's doing.
A beast that dares to covet his own blood-related sister, Su Yi had already shown mercy by not taking his life.
But from now on, he'd better live quietly as a crippled man.
A night of madness had drained him of the last bit of manhood.
…
After returning to his residence, the King of Hell had already brought Xiao Xiao back.
He was in the living room, teaching her to recognize objects from pictures.
"Grandpa, what exactly is this '燕么虎儿'?"
Xiao Xiao asked, pointing to a drawing.
At this, Su Yi's forehead was covered in black lines.
"Old Wang, is this how you teach a child?!"
The King of Hell felt somewhat embarrassed as well, shooting him a glance before coming over.
"Su Yi, I didn't even graduate from elementary school, I have no other way."
Su Yi was speechless.
"I mean, Old Wang, can't we complement one another? Your level of culture is basically on the same level as Xiao Xiao's."
