"Whoa—"
Master Fuli stood up on his hind paws, speaking with an air of justified pride, which startled Old Yang, causing him to slide off the black walnut chair and land heavily on the floor.
Old Yang's legs trembled, unable to get up, but very instinctively crawled toward a corner, intending to escape upstairs and get away from the bizarre scene before him.
"......"
Chen Bohai didn't move, his face was blank, eyes staring at Master Fuli at the door, his brain completely froze, he was left there, utterly dumbfounded.
And Chen Bohai's two wives were also stupefied. They looked at their husband and then at the Fox Immortal at the door.
"Old Deng, if you try to run, beware that Master Fuli might splash red paint on your house tonight!"
"Imagine the power of red paint splashed by Master Fuli! It'll guarantee you bad luck for ten years!"
Master Fuli folded his arms, glanced sideways at Old Yang who was attempting to crawl away, and flashed a mischievous grin.
