Ah Yin's fierce yet adorable scolding—paired with that gentle, pure, fairy-like face—created a visual contradiction so absurdly cute that everyone's brains short-circuited.
Star Luo's Corner
Dai Tianfeng's eyelid twitched violently.
He silently picked up his teacup, took a sip—
and swallowed back all the turbulence in his heart.
Then he turned his head, expression solemn as a national decree, and whispered to Zhu Chenfei and the ministers:
"Remember this."
"In Feng Ran Pavilion, no matter who you see—no matter what happens—
you must ALWAYS be polite."
Zhu Chenfei refilled his emperor's teacup with the seriousness of handling classified military intelligence.
"Your Majesty is wise. Your servant understands."
Then he glanced at the stunned "Rakshasa Dong," and lowered his voice further:
"Otherwise… even a Divine Spirit gets slapped."
The ministers all silently nodded, faces carved with enlightenment.
Rakshasa God: Completely Bewildered
Meanwhile, the one being scolded—"Rakshasa Dong"—was stunned into stone.
The vine-shaped red imprint on her cheek throbbed with a burning sting.
She—
the Rakshasa God—
a true deity—
was just slapped.
By a gentle little fairy who looked as if she'd cry if spoken to loudly.
And after slapping her…
That woman turned around and scolded HER for being impolite.
What kind of cosmic joke was this?!
Rage exploded from her soul.
A mortal dares humiliate me? Seeking death!
She opened her mouth to erupt—
But what escaped her lips was the Angel God's urgent scream:
"Calm down! Rakshasa, you old hag—calm down!"
"You absolutely cannot act impulsively—YOU'LL DIE!"
Rakshasa God ignored every word.
"GET LOST, YOU COWARD!"
Her divine soul burned.
"We are DIVINITIES! How dare a mortal lay hands on us?!"
"If I don't turn that woman—and her counter—into ashes today, I'll write my name backwards!"
As she roared, her right hand rose.
A dense, destructive ball of purplish-black divine power explosively condensed in her palm.
The restaurant's temperature plummeted instantly.
"DON'T!!"
Qian Daoliu's face drained of blood.
He didn't care about the restaurant.
He cared that if the Rakshasa God dared release divine force here…
Senior would erase her. Instantly.
No corpse. No ashes. No divine soul left to cry.
He lunged forth—
Too slow.
But someone else acted faster.
The Angel God's desperate shriek exploded in her mind:
"You really want to DIE?!"
The next instant—
She forcibly seized control of the body.
And—
Under everyone's horrified eyes—
"Rakshasa Dong's" left hand suddenly slapped her own right cheek with brutal force.
PA——!!!
Louder. Sharper.
Even more devastating than the previous slap.
She was knocked clean off the chair—
flew—
rolled twice—
And the purplish-black divine force evaporated midair with a faint pop.
Rakshasa Dong lay on the floor in silence.
Then slowly raised her trembling hand to touch her burning cheek.
Five seconds passed.
Then—
"AAAHHHHHH!!! ANGEL! ARE YOU INSANE?!"
A hysterical shriek tore out of her.
"WHY DID YOU STOP ME AGAIN?!"
"I should have hit you harder!"
the Angel God shot back.
"I'M SAVING YOUR LIFE, you IDIOT!"
She forced the body to its feet, shaking.
"Saving my life? Bah!" the Rakshasa God shrieked. "A mortal can kill us?!"
"She can't," the Angel God snapped.
"But OTHERS can!"
She suddenly controlled "Rakshasa Dong's" left hand to point at the counter.
"LOOK!"
"That woman is the subordinate of that man."
"That 'man' who owns this shop!"
Rakshasa God followed the gesture, grumbling:
"So what? It's just a mortal's littl—"
She stopped.
Her mind blanked.
Because the man behind the counter—
who had been lazily reclining this whole time—
finally lifted his head.
Lin Feng smiled.
Just a faint curve of his lips.
He did nothing else.
But that single glance—
That one, lazy, bored glance—
made the Rakshasa God feel as if a cosmic predator had bitten into her divine soul.
Her entire being froze.
All killing intent—
all rage—
all madness—
vanished.
Evaporated.
Instant Transformation
In the next heartbeat—under everyone's stunned gaze—
Her sinister expression instantly collapsed.
Her face squeezed into an awkward, ingratiating, almost childishly cute smile.
She looked at Lin Feng.
Her voice shook.
"Um… Esteemed sir…"
"I—I might have… drunk too much just now."
"Everything I said was nonsense… d-do you believe me…?"
Silence.
Then—
Pfffftttt—!!
In one corner, Devil Bear Douluo snorted like a stuck pig.
Then instantly slapped his own paw over his mouth, shaking violently, his expression screaming "I value my life, I value my life, I value my life…"
Rakshasa Dong's face flushed purple.
Her toes curled so hard she could dig a basement into Feng Ran Pavilion's floor.
Humiliation.
Unprecedented humiliation.
She spun around and whispered furiously inside her mind:
"Angel! You tricked me!"
"Why didn't you warn me about this terrifying man?!"
Angel God snapped back:
"How long have I been here?! I JUST revived! I barely found a body before YOU showed up!"
"And who told you to lose your mind and try blowing up the shop?!"
"Stop arguing!" Rakshasa God was nearly sobbing. "Think of something—"
"What if he gets mad and blows up this body?! We'll both be gone!"
The Angel God fell silent.
Because she knew—
Just one glance from Lin Feng almost dispersed her soul.
This Rakshasa idiot?
She'd basically poked a nuclear warhead with a toothpick.
After a long silence—
Just when Rakshasa God thought the Angel God had fainted out of fear—
A tiny, trembling suggestion sounded in her mind:
"…How about…"
"…you kowtow to him?"
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