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Especially since this man was his sworn enemy.

He wanted to kill this man.

However, the problem was, he had already killed this man a long time ago!

He really wanted to tell Little Miao that he was the greatest hero in the world, that he was even more formidable than Chen Yi, that he had personally killed Chen Yi, and he also wanted to tell Little Miao that Chen Yi was not the benevolent knight-errant he was made out to be in the outside world, but a wanton slaughterer.

Many races were exterminated at the hands of Chen Yi.

It would take an estimate in the billions to count the number of players that had died by Chen Yi's hand.

How could such a person deserve the title of hero, how could you, Little Miao, adore him? He was a Demon.

In the conversation just now, he couldn't help but reveal that he had a million Points in savings, though that was merely a tiny fraction of his actual deposits, not even one percent.

But for Little Miao, that was already shocking.

He clearly saw that after he showed Little Miao his account balance, the shock and admiration in her eyes grew even more intense, and he was internally reveling in this feeling.

Unexpectedly, Little Miao suddenly brought up Chen Yi.

This instantly snuffed out his good mood.

"Actually...."

In the end, Wen Ping couldn't help himself, and, staring intently at Little Miao, he said word by word, "I am the most formidable man, I am even more formidable than Chen Yi."

"Mhm, mhm."

Leaning on Wen Ping's shoulder, Little Miao opened her mouth somewhat tipsily and said, "Everyone says that Chen Yi is the most formidable person in this world, but in my heart, you are more formidable than Chen Yi."

"After all, on that helpless night, as long as you were by my side, Chen Yi, no matter how formidable, had nothing to do with me."

"Having you is enough."

Wen Ping didn't speak, merely took a deep breath and gently stroked Little Miao's head, but in his heart, he made up his mind that he would find the right moment to tell Little Miao the truth that he was not a player of this planet.

And also to tell her that he had killed Chen Yi.

To let Little Miao know that he, Wen Ping, was the most formidable man in the world.

...

The tipsy Little Miao soon fell asleep dizzily, muttering meaningless syllables through her parted lips in her sleep, looking quite cute.

Wen Ping looked down at Little Miao with her delicate skin in his arms, a flicker of distress and tenderness in his eyes as he lightly caressed her lips.

A beauty in his embrace.

Uncharacteristically, he felt no physical desire.

He just wanted to take good care of the woman in his arms.

Since gaining power in his life, there had been no shortage of women climbing into his bed, even the prettiest of them, but his greatest regret was that he had never made love to someone he had feelings for.

It was an obsession in his heart.

He wouldn't take advantage of Little Miao's drunkenness to commit any beastly acts, tonight, he didn't mind being a little romantic.

Carefully, he moved Little Miao into the bedroom and was tiptoeing out when he suddenly noticed a photo album on the vanity in the bedroom.

As if driven by some mysterious force, Wen Ping flipped through the album for a glance, yet this single look caused his body to immediately freeze, his pupils to become blood red, and the malicious aura uncontrollably began to emanate from him.

His body even started to tremble rapidly.

A moment later.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stuffed the album into his chest, before leaving Meimiao Community alone and heading to his hotel.

...

In the hotel.

Wen Ping sat on the bed, his eyes blazing as he looked at the photos in the album.

In this album, it was all pictures of Little Miao and her ex-boyfriend, no, that wasn't even an ex-boyfriend, or perhaps it should be said it was her former master.

Little Miao, who always seemed so gentle and generous, was pictured in the album.

Wearing a dog collar, with a gag ball in her mouth.

And even...

And even...

All sorts...

Everything imaginable was in this album.

Little Miao in the album was not the same person he usually saw; he had never seen the expression on Little Miao's face when she knelt on the ground, he couldn't even begin to imagine that scene.

And that fat man!!

He was as fat as a pig, treating a woman as if she were nothing but a dog.

All of this in front of him made Wen Ping's face contort in fury as he screamed with bloodshot eyes, "No!!!!"

"Why!!"

"Why!!!"

"On what grounds!!!"

In the dead of night, such a shout in the hotel quickly resulted in the people in the next room knocking on the wall.

"Knock again and I'll kill your entire family!"

Wen Ping, having lost all reason, roared with a monstrous expression.

Soon after, the next room went quiet.

...

At this moment, from a God's perspective, Chen Yi, witnessing the scene below, couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, licking his lips. Such a perfect drama unfolding, and all that was needed now was a cigarette to make it even better.

What's this called?

It's called destruction.

Destruction is often the most effective means of controlling emotions, almost without equal.

Just like now.

Men who have been hurt by women, those who have never had a formal relationship, often have a very severe obsession with virgin purity, and it's not your average severity. At a time like this, if they find out that the woman they cherish has had such a history.

They truly do break down.

Just like Wen Ping below.

Wen Ping was utterly unable to reconcile the image of Little Miao, who had been tipsily lying in his arms with her tender mouth half-open, with the Little Miao in the photographs. To Wen Ping, his worldview was about to collapse.

This was a severe blow indeed.

And this blow would plant a deep anchor in Wen Ping's heart. Originally, they'd only known each other for a matter of days; how deep could their feelings be? But now it was different; if Wen Ping were to just walk away now.

It would take him three to five years to get over it.

And the next script.

Would involve Wen Ping agonizing over whether to leave in painful turmoil, to decisively give up, or to pretend he knew nothing, spending the rest of his life washing pots and pans daily.

This was not an easy decision to make.

And this entire struggle would cause Wen Ping's brain to categorize this woman as the most important one in his life, and this feeling, is commonly referred to as love.

Love, huh.

It's just this whole crap, it can't be all that lofty.

...

Tonight, Wen Ping suffered from insomnia again.

Wen Ping, who had hardly ever experienced insomnia in his life, now found himself plagued by it nearly every night since arriving in Blue Star.

Late at night on the street.

Wen Ping sat alone at a barbecue stand, burying his head among a pile of empty beer bottles, his face streaked with tears as he drunkenly banged on the table and sobbed his heart out.

Completely disregarding his image.

Utterly indifferent to his own status.

At this moment, Wen Ping just wanted to let out all the emotions in his heart.

He didn't know where to go next. He had finally met a woman he was willing to spend his life with, but why did she have to have a past he simply couldn't accept?

What man could accept his beloved having such a history?

Perhaps some can.

But for now, he couldn't.

He didn't know where to go next. He had finally met a woman he was willing to spend his life with, but why did she have to have a past he simply couldn't accept?

What man could accept his beloved having such a history?

Perhaps some can.

But for now, he couldn't.