Ye Ling was furious, yes, extremely furious. Thinking back to his previous life, when he roamed the Immortal Realm, countless strong ones would tremble at the sight of him. When had he ever fallen so low as to be targeted for scheming assassinations by a mere mortal every day.
"You jerk, I swear I'll let you taste the might of the 'chrysanthemum knife,' and we'll see whether your chrysanthemum is tighter or my 'chrysanthemum knife' is sharper!" Ye Ling gritted his teeth.
He floored the accelerator of the red X6, which sped like a flash of lightning onto the wide road. The X6 was initially intended for Liu Qiao'er, after all, as his wife, she shouldn't be driving anything that demeaned her status. Today, Ye Ling had taken it out simply for that dash of red flamboyance.
