"Holy shit!"
"Old bastard, where are you? Get your ass out here!"
Hearing that voice—a voice he knew better than his own—Beigong Yu instantly leaped three feet into the air like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and let out a string of furious curses.
It wasn't that he bore any real grudge or deep-seated hatred toward Lu Xiaoyao.
It was just that this had always been the way the two of them interacted.
Lu Xiaoyao would call him a little brat and beat him up from time to time, claiming it was to clear his meridians and strengthen his body.
And he, in turn, would call Lu Xiaoyao an old geezer, an old bastard, and an old pervert, sneaking into the kitchen every now and then to dump an entire bag of salt into the pot in a desperate attempt to salt him to death.
Not only did the old bastard turn out completely fine, but he also ate every last bite with immense relish.
However, the price for that meal was always three days of being unable to get out of bed.
His body wouldn't have a single scratch or the tiniest bruise on it.
Yet he simply couldn't move, aching all over as if every bone in his body had been taken apart.
Thinking back on all this, Beigong Yu felt no resentment or hatred in his heart whatsoever. All that remained was warmth.
A glutton for punishment.
"Ahem... Little brat, miss me that much?"
Chapter 1477