Chapter 447: Kneeling on A Computer Keyboard or A Durian, You Decide!
A few killings happened in various places in Tiannan within half an hour. It was quiet as if a drop of ink was dropped into an ocean. No commotion was made.
...
A sword gleam landed at the entrance of the Ye residence at 7 p.m. Ye Chen covered the entire villa with Divine Consciousness after putting the flying sword away. He was relieved when he found out that his entire family was sitting peacefully in the house.
Although that was the case, he sensed blood.
He frowned and walked directly into the house. The little girl was dancing in the living room as sweat filled her tiny face. Ye Hai, Su Yuhan, and the rest were watching her while smiling.
“Daddy, you’re home!”
The little girl turned her head and saw him the moment Ye Chen opened the door. She buried herself in his embrace, and she could not stop wiping her sweat on Ye Chen’s shirt. “Daddy, there were bad guys trying to catch me, but Cutie beat them up.”
“Daddy’s home. Nobody will dare to bully you now.” Ye Chen kissed her cheek and looked at Su Yuhan and his parents aside. He smiled in an apologetic manner. “I’m sorry that I’m late.”
“I’m surprised that you’re home,” Su Yuhan scoffed, refusing to give him face at all. Only God knew how much fear she had gone through along the way to pick up her daughter. She had been worried, but it was fortunate that the family was fine.
“Yes, wifey. It’s my fault. Kneeling on a computer keyboard or a durian, you decide, alright?” Ye Chen walked over and kissed her cheek too.
Whoosh!
Su Yuhan’s cheeks blushed as the anger in her faded. She pushed him away immediately and rolled her eyes at him. “What are you doing? They’re watching.”
She was very conservative when it came to this. One could tell this from the way she dressed, let alone being intimate with Ye Chen in the presence of others.
“Shame, shame...” The little girl covered her eyes immediately, peeking through the gaps between her fingers. “Shame, shame. Daddy, shame, shame!”
“Cough, cough...” Ye Hai and Wu Lan looked away immediately.
“Alright, you must be hungry. I’ll cook you something,” Su Yuhan pushed Ye Chen away after sensing the awkward atmosphere. She went into the kitchen while blushing.
Ye Chen then sat down and looked at the little girl. “My darling, were you dancing?”
“Yes, yes. Daddy, shall I dance for you?” The little girl could not stop nodding. She then walked to Ye Chen and placed her hands on her waist. She started dancing, appearing to be familiar with the moves. She was even singing, “I’m a seaweed, a seaweed that floats in the sea...”
The dance and the song was a combination of happy and whimsical feelings. Given that the little girl was wiggling around, she made Ye Chen laugh hard while love filled his eyes.
Soon, Su Yuhan was done cooking. It was 9 p.m. when Ye Chen was done eating while having his daughter in his embrace. She fell asleep after playing in his embrace for a while.
Ye Chen signaled the Patriarch of Hell, who was lying on the couch, when Su Yuhan was taking a shower. They left the villa.
Lin Tai and Yang Tian were waiting out there. Ye Chen lit a cigarette and said expressionlessly, “Tell me what happened.”
Although his tone was calm, Yang Tian and Lin Tai sensed the coldness in it.
Lin Tai told him everything that happened without hesitation, including the Patriarch of Hell’s fortune telling.
“You’re well-versed in the Divination Method too?” Ye Chen was surprised.
“Of course!”
The Patriarch of Hell lifted his tail high proudly. “Back then, I went into the Constellation Sect to learn the Divination Method in order to tell what the color of this beautiful God Transformation Stage lady cultivator’s inner garment was. I studied it for 200 years.”
Ye Chen was speechless.
Yang Tian was curious, so he asked by instinct, “Then, did you manage to find out, Patriarch?”
“No!”
“An everlasting life is guaranteed when you believe in the patriarch!” Yang Tian said in utter sincerity.
Ye Chen’s expression turned grim as he stared at him. “An everlasting life is guaranteed when you believe in him? Don’t you know that he almost died himself? It’s only a matter of time that he brings you to hell if you believe in him.”
Yang Tian smiled and said nothing.
“So, those were Hong Kong Lei Feihu’s godsons who were ordered to come to Tiannan to kill my family?” Ye Chen frowned and said.
“That’s right!” Lin Tai nodded. “Madam’s bodyguard, Iron Tower, has handled one of them, Lei2. We’ve handled the rest. Apart from Shen Tiannan’s nominal disciple, Wang Zhao, we spared no life.”
“That’s great!” Ye Chen’s face eased. “Bring me to Wang Zhao!”
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At the Ye residence’s dungeon, a pale young man was suspended in the air as his entire body was tied up. He looked at the pond beneath in fear and said in utter horror, “H-help!”
There were tens of crocodiles in the pond. All of their heads were lifted out of the water at the moment as they looked at Wang Zhao, showing their sharp teeth. They were still. When one looked over, the crocodiles’ mouths were wide open with their fangs on the water surface.
It was Lin Tai who had set this up earlier.
Creak!
Someone opened the door. Wang Zhao jolted and looked over immediately. “I’ll tell...I’ll tell you everything. I’ll tell you as soon as you release me.”
“There’s no need for you to tell me!” a cold voice came.
Wang Zhao looked over by instinct and was stunned as if he had seen a ghost. “M-Mad Southern Ye, y-you’re still alive? H-How is that possible?!”
‘Didn’t my master Shen Tiannan go to the Longmen Convention with Lei Feihu to kill Mad Southern Ye? Why is Mad Southern Ye here? Can it be...’ A bad feeling popped into his mind.
Ye Chen did not bother responding to him, then he stretched his arm to grab Wang Zhao. He pressed his palm to Wang Zhao’s head before he could react. Then, he performed the Soul Searching Tactic to recall the memories in his head by force.
A while later, Ye Chen tossed him back into the pond. Those crocodiles that had been starving pounced. Soon, the pond was dyed red from them fighting to eat.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Shen Tiannan!” Ye Chen chuckled as a ferocious gleam flashed through his eyes. “You sure are evil. You preserved your son’s body in order to make him into a zombie and your puppet. And you’re attempting to capture my woman to marry him! It’s unfortunate that you’re dead now!”
The only thing that he was doubtful of was that Wang Zhao, the nominal disciple, had no idea where Shen Tiannan had buried Shen Xingye.
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