I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse

Listening to Xiao Feng finish, you and Wu Qiyi exchange a glance, suddenly feeling that this madman’s words really seem to make sense.

"Maybe, possibly, should be just like that," you say to Wu Qiyi.

Wu Qiyi also nods, "When I was little, I heard my mother mention, she said she didn’t want to repeat the same mistake, to marry a man she didn’t love like my grandmother did; and every year on Reunion Night, my grandmother would stand on the hill, gazing steadily at the southern sky."

"Reunion Night?" You’re startled, then you say, "Isn’t that Grandpa En’s birthday and memorial day?"

Xiao Feng snaps his fingers, "Alright, that matter is straightened out; now, next, we have to study that son of a bitch Cen Jinghua."

"What’s there to study about that kind of person? I’ll just find a few guys to bury him alive, then go all out against the Cen Family. In less than half a year, the Cen Family will disappear from the upper echelons of society."

Hearing Wu Qiyi’s words, even Xiao Feng, who is driving, can’t help but give her a thumbs-up, laughing, "Really the reincarnation of an Empress, so domineering, majestic, and badass!"

"Can we do without that last word?" Wu Qiyi is also somewhat helpless towards this harmful friend.

"Hehe, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue," Xiao Feng continues, "But I understand Little Yunyun, with his nature he definitely won’t let you make a move. First this Young Marshall covets you, then he goes looking for death by confronting Little Yunyun, so there’s no reason not to torture him properly. But how to torture, in what way to torture, that’s the question?"

The car falls silent, you slowly close your eyes, as if pondering, as if meditating.