[Kill Gao Cuilan and steel my Daoist heart. I, Zhu Tianpeng, will not let beauty blind me. When I meet a wicked demon, I’ll rake her down. This Tianpeng is not that Tianpeng. Come along for a full-throttle ride!]
On the day of Zhu Tianpeng’s wedding, his muddleheaded grandmother suddenly came to her senses and said with a smile, “There’s no one in the courtyard except her and my precious grandson.”
If she wasn’t human, then what was she?
“She’s a demon! Sweet grandson, run!”
Run? Not a chance. Zhu Tianpeng reached out, gripped his Golden-Hafted Rake, and went straight for her.
