Chapter 208

"Hah—"

Letting out a helpless breath, An Xirong struggled to pull Wen Hanfei. "Why are you so heavy?"

Wen Hanfei had also recovered a bit of mobility, and the two of them worked together to move onto the sofa.

Crashing herself into the sofa, An Xirong seemed as if she had done heavy labor. She said irritably, "Did you accidentally slip and fall? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Nothing, just a bit of pain. I want to lie down for a while." Wen Hanfei tacitly accepted this explanation.

"Then just tell me directly! Dying for face, suffering for it!" An Xirong slapped Wen Hanfei once. "How come I feel like you've been putting on more and more airs these years?"

Wen Hanfei forced a laugh, the kind that didn't reach his eyes.

Putting on airs?

No, he was merely gradually reclaiming his dignity.

Fairly speaking, An Xirong absolutely did not count as a good-tempered person, from the formerly ignorant-and-fearless foolish young miss, slowly turning into the current strong woman.

An Xirong had undoubtedly made many people heartbroken and angry, and Wen Hanfei was one of them.

In the marriage of the two, An Xirong had always occupied the dominant and overbearing position.

"I'm asking you, did you touch my phone this afternoon?" An Xirong asked.

"Hm?" Wen Hanfei frowned.

"You put him on the blacklist." An Xirong opened her phone and said.

"..."

Wen Hanfei did not speak; this was his oversight.

At that time Tang Luo had called twice, and after he hung up, Wen Hanfei deleted the call records and casually put him on the blacklist.

At that moment his mind was focused on the meaning behind this call, and he forgot about this matter.

He didn't expect to be discovered by An Xirong.

"You don't think he'll come to fight for the family property, do you?" An Xirong's tone was somewhat unkind.

Memories get beautified; even a "product" from a dark history, when suddenly recalled, would make An Xirong feel guilt toward Tang Luo.

"I haven't seen him face to face for many years; even during New Year's, it's just a mass-sent greeting message..."

An Xirong spoke at a fairly fast pace, saying something.

Wen Hanfei looked like he was listening, but in reality he was sneering inwardly; this woman simply did not understand at all.

Her son had long since ceased to be an ordinary person.

And, he had even set his sights on his daughter!

This matter was something Wen Hanfei absolutely would not allow to happen.

"Alright, I know. It was my fault." Wen Hanfei interrupted An Xirong's words and apologized. "Just suddenly felt a bit... jealous, that's all."

His tone was gentle, carrying a trace of a shallow smile.

Even though his hairstyle was already very messy, it did not affect his handsomeness in the slightest.

An Xirong froze for a moment, stood up, and said, "Talking nonsense." Finished speaking, she hurriedly pulled the door and walked out.

"Heh, stupid woman." Wen Hanfei watched An Xirong leave.

His expression gradually darkened bit by bit; this darkness was not directed at An Xirong.

In Wen Hanfei's eyes, An Xirong was a self-righteous, ignorant cat; as the master and parent, one would tolerate such a little thing.

His darkness was because of what had just happened, and that frenzied Arhat who dared to extend his claws into his territory.

What had just happened was too bizarre; Wen Hanfei also had to admit his temporary powerlessness.

So, he could only suppress it for now, investigate slowly, and plan leisurely.

Then, the first thing to resolve was that frenzied Arhat... just treat it as venting.

"Serves him right." Wen Hanfei sneered in his heart.

"Of course it serves him right."

Tang Luo in the passenger seat said.

Having beaten Wen Hanfei up, Tang Luo, in high spirits, returned to the car. Kong Ming asked Tang Luo a question: "What if you beat the wrong person?"

This actually didn't count as a qualified question at all.

Kong Ming knew very well that the man capable of doing the hanging-up-the-phone thing was only Wen Hanfei alone.

Even if An Xirong's dad happened to answer the phone, his reaction couldn't possibly be like Wen Hanfei's.

But after Tang Luo got in the car, he looked at Kong Ming with a "didn't expect you, with those thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be..." kind of gaze.

Forcing Kong Ming to change the subject.

Clearly used his sack and gloves, yet still mocking him, and what right does this brute have to mock!

As a God-Demon Walker, being prepared is only reasonable!

But Kong Ming knew Tang Luo was not a person you could reason with—or rather, the reason you could speak was reason that belonged solely to Tang Luo personally.

Changing the subject was the best method; the wisdom of the wise was flashing.

"Right, I discovered one thing, very interesting." Tang Luo said.

"What?" Having successfully changed the subject, Kong Ming didn't feel moved; instead he felt sad.

Wisdom flashed where it wasn't needed.

"That Wen Hanfei isn't an ordinary person." Tang Luo said.

"Hm?" Kong Ming quickly adjusted his state. "Tell me about it."

"I infiltrated..." Tang Luo began to recount.

"Wait, real stealth, not the Assassin's Creed kind, right." Kong Ming believed Tang Luo wouldn't go on a killing spree—but knocking people out all the way and stealthing like that wasn't impossible either.

"Of course not, play fewer games." Tang Luo said. "And the Assassin forefathers all did musou on battlefields, nothing wrong with that; only the Indian Tomahawk Throwers are the true spiritual successors of assassins. What Italian old lecher, Paris baguette—they're all heretical paths that betrayed the assassin spirit."

"……Continue talking about that Wen Hanfei." Kong Ming wanted to slap himself — why did he have to run his mouth.

"Fine." Tang Luo told him the whole thing he had done.

"Understood." After hearing Tang Luo's description, Kong Ming spoke, "You think he's a god or demon walking among mortals?"

"Possible." Tang Luo said.

Through beating people up, one can actually discover many problems that can't be seen just by looking.

In the Journey to the West world, many yaojing, Tang Luo fundamentally couldn't tell, but once he got hands-on and beat them a round, he immediately had their number.

Wen Hanfei belonged to this kind of situation.

Although he had no power to resist from start to finish, he was still probed to the bottom by Tang Luo, who sensed "this child is not ordinary."

As for the reason for being not ordinary, the overwhelming probability is a god or demon walking among mortals.

"We'll investigate properly." Kong Ming said, "If he is a god or demon walking among mortals, what do you plan to do?"

"Hmm, send a business card, since we want business." Tang Luo said.

"……You just beat him up a round." Kong Ming squeezed out words through gritted teeth.

Beating someone up and then wanting to do business with them, isn't that bullying too much!

"He doesn't know." Tang Luo was righteous and confident, "Unless I tell him myself, otherwise he'll never discover it was my hand in this lifetime."

This kind of thing, Tang Luo is a professional.

Hmm, assassin opens Death Blossom, so a monk being good at stealth is perfectly reasonable.

"However." Kong Ming thought of a possibility, "Since he's a god or demon walking among mortals, and you went straight to find An'an without any disguise, I think he might know you, I mean the identity of Tang Luo, maybe he'll come knocking someday."

"Hmm, probably." Tang Luo didn't care at all.

Kong Ming didn't speak further, he merely reminded Tang Luo, as for worry — forget it, the one who should worry is Wen Hanfei, if he has any ill intentions……

Actually, powerful gods and demons walking among mortals are not necessarily able to easily hide themselves completely.

The reason is simple: the more missions experienced, the more people seen.

Even with disguise, there is naturally the ability to see through disguise.

The further it goes, the more gods and demons walking among mortals encountered are not easy characters.

The strong, no matter where, are like fireflies in pitch darkness, that distinct, that outstanding.

This is also why Tang Luo never deliberately keeps a low profile, because a strong person like him is destined to be cool and eye-catching.

Not cool and eye-catching, how to earn merit power?

At midnight, Tang Luo returned home, opened the door, no dog came out to greet.

The house was empty and hollow.

Tang Luo didn't care either, Dog had already been raised by him into a mature dog, him being gone ten-odd days, she probably went out to find food herself.

With Dog's current maturity level, she had already completely achieved self-sufficiency, no need for Tang Luo to worry.

Shower, lay on bed, before falling asleep, Tang Luo suddenly thought, did he forget something?

What exactly he forgot, Tang Luo only found out three days later.

The third day back home, suddenly received a bank text message, saying an extra sum of money appeared in the account.

Followed by Xue Nianzhi's text, saying she planned to renew the lease for another year, money already transferred to the account.

Using this method to express her attitude, that she wouldn't run away again.

Actually even if Xue Nianzhi and them moved the whole family Tang Luo wouldn't stop them, they really overthought it.

Of course, Tang Luo also wouldn't deliberately go explain anything.

Replied a "Got it, in a few days I'll come find you to sign the contract, just follow last time's template, you print it out." Tang Luo put down the phone, casually grabbed.

The teacup beside him flew up, landed in his hand.

Not a drop of tea spilled.

Skill · Dragon-Capturing Hand, routine practice, the several skills on his body Tang Luo planned to practice them all, upgrade them to level three and above sooner, a truly integrated state.

Many skills don't burden the body.

Surveying Tang Luo's skills, including Parry, they are actually all very useful skills.

Truthfully some skills given to Tang Luo, there's a bit of a "pearls cast before swine" feeling.

To make these skills shine, now Tang Luo's practice is much more diligent than before.

Phone rang, it was Xue Nianzhi.

"Anything else?" Tang Luo answered and asked.

"That Master, your cat, has been at my shop for several days." Xue Nianzhi's voice trembled a bit.

She of course wasn't an idiot, staying dumbly at Yuefu after Tang Luo disappeared without a trace.

Three days later went home, and discussed with her mom, decided to play it safe, observe the situation.

Not many days, that cat with cute exterior and terrifying interior came knocking.

Xue Nianzhi immediately understood, hmm, thought she understood it was Tang Luo's meaning, so she treated Xiaotianquan like a grandpa, lovingly serving him.

Best cat food, best cat teaser wand and best cat tree.

Unfortunately Cat Grandpa didn't appreciate it, just opened his mouth for food, that attitude made Xue Nianzhi very nervous, thought of renewing lease to express sincerity.