"Fuck! That hurts."
Leaving the palace, Yu Tianming stroked his cheek. He had never expected Qian Renxue's attack to be so ruthless. Fortunately, he was tough, but unfortunately, he almost succeeded.
Leaving the palace, Yu Tianming prepared to go to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Breaking Xue Beng's leg hadn't caused him any trouble. Xue Ye had long since given up on his good-for-nothing son; as long as he didn't do anything about it, it would be fine.
Prince Xue Xing's Mansion!
"Hiss, be gentler."
Xue Beng leaned back in a chair, his face grimacing in pain. A support-type spirit master was treating him.
"Why bother? Don't mess with him again."
Prince Xue Xing said helplessly. This brat hasn't grasped the essence of a dandy. He's clearly courting death. If he continues, Xue Qinghe won't even have to intervene; Yu Tianming will probably kill him.
"What can I do? His men are everywhere. If I don't act tough, he won't let me go."
Xue Beng said angrily, his eyes filled with fear of death. Now, he's the only one in the Xue family qualified to inherit the throne.
He's just deliberately courting death. Only by doing so can he maintain his interest in living.
"Alas, your father has high hopes for him. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be the next emperor."
Prince Xue Xing said this with a wry smile, a despairing tone.
"Why? Why should that vicious fellow be crown prince? I refuse to accept it. What's so good about that Beibeishan?"
(Beibeishan = Gay)
He refused to accept it. He simply couldn't understand why his father was so kind to him. Why did his father continue to let him be crown prince when he knew he'd killed his own brother?
And that fellow from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Humph, he looks like a decent human, but he's nothing like Beibeishan. He's hanging out with Xue Qinghe. Ugh, disgusting.
......
Yu Tianming, mistakenly believed to have a homosexual fetish, arrived at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan. The eldest daughter, Ning Rongrong, was blocking the door with her friends.
"Perverts are prohibited!"
"Please leave!"
"Rongrong, let's go."
"Yeah, we can't beat him."
"Well... I won't help you fight Brother Tianming."
Ninety-nine percent of Ning Rongrong's friends are traitors.
"Ning Doudou, are you ready again?"
Yu Tianming, standing 1.8 meters tall, towered over Ning Rongrong like a mountain.
"I... I... I'm not afraid of you."
Six-year-old Ning Rongrong stepped back. Damn that big guy! He's only twelve, why is he so tall? He looks so intimidating.
"Ah!"
"Pervert, let me go! There's a pervert! Help! There's a pervert trying to rape me!"
Yu Tianming picked up Ning Rongrong and hoisted her onto his shoulders.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
"I told you to scream, I told you to challenge me, and now you dare to be naughty."
He slapped Ning Rongrong's perky little butt as he walked, and the onlookers scattered. What a terrifying big brother!
"I'll bite you to death."
With a whine, Ning Rongrong bit down on Yu Tianming's neck with all her might. She knew Yu Tianming had thick skin and wouldn't feel anything unless she bit hard.
"Hey, stop biting! You're so slobbery!"
Yu Tianming pulled Ning Rongrong off his shoulders and held her in his arms, saying disapprovingly.
Tired of biting, Ning Rongrong panted and punched Yu Tianming in disapproval.
"You bad boy, do you really have a bad habit?"
Ning Rongrong, now fully revived, twisted and turned in Yu Tianming's arms, hugging him curiously.
"Yes, I do have a bad habit. Are you afraid?"
Yu Tianming smirked, kneading her perky buttocks with his lecherous claws.
"Eh, that's disgusting! Don't touch me! I'm going to tell Daddy you're a jerk! Let me go!"
Ning Rongrong feigned disgust and resisted. "Alright, alright, you believe Xue Aeng's words?"
He couldn't tell Ning Rongrong that he actually had feelings for Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue). Yu Tianming was the only one who knew Xue Qinghe's true identity, so it was normal for others to think he was a homosexual.
After all, what normal man would spend all day hanging out with his own sex?
Winning Qian Renxue wasn't difficult for Yu Tianming. In the original story, Tang San could make Qian Renxue fall in love with him, so there was no reason Yu Aman couldn't do the same.
"I don't believe it, so I'm asking you. I didn't expect... sobs... sobs... I didn't expect you to really be Beibeishan."
"My life is so miserable... sobs... Dad and Grandpa Sword want to marry me to Beibeishan... sobs..."
Ning Rongrong, overcome with drama, covered her face and cried, her shoulders shaking.
"Hahaha, little Rong'er got bullied by Yu brat again? Do you want Grandpa Gu to teach him a lesson?"
"Hmph!"
"Old Sword, what are you humming for?"
"Ahem, Uncle Sword, Uncle Gu, please be considerate."
"Rongrong, stop pretending."
No one knows a daughter better than her father. How could Ning Fengzhi not see that Ning Rongrong was acting?
"Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Gu, this guy is a jerk. Should I marry him?"
Ning Rongrong pushed Yu Tianming's head away with both hands and shouted.
"Uh... jerk?"
Bone Douluo looked at Yu Tianming in surprise. Good boy, you're so attractive to both men and women. I didn't expect you to be that kind of person.
"Hmph, you want to loosen up?"
Sword Douluo snorted. How could he not know what kind of person his grandson was?
Jack?
Nonsense!
Just saying it made people laugh.