Chu Er looked at Yang Yanzheng and said, "So what if he's an Eighth-Layer Martial Cultivator? Trash is still trash, right?"
Yang Yanzheng said no more and quickly left Chu Er's room.
Chu Er picked up the pliers and pinched himself. He felt a cold, metallic sensation, but it wasn't the feeling he was after.
"Hong Yan, pinch me." Chu Er presented his backside.
Wen Hongyan gave the Fatty Peach on Chu Er's left buttock a vicious twist.
Chu Er hissed, "It hurts, but not in the way I want it to."
"What kind of pain are you looking for then?" Wen Hongyan rubbed her head with her forearm, not quite understanding.
"It's *that* kind of pain, a uniquely satisfying pain!" Chu Er massaged his Peach, seemingly lost in reminiscence of the sensation.
Zuo Wugang left the Chu Family Mansion dejectedly, taking Zhen Jincheng and Cao Zhida back to their residence.
