"It really is Tang Li!"

Jin Lan was so frightened that her face turned pale, looking exactly like she had seen a ghost.

"It's her, it's her, it really is her."

"Sister Hao Hao, it really is her!"

He shouted three times, wailing and lamenting, as if afraid others wouldn't know.

With tears in her voice, Jin Lan scrambled to hide behind Lin Qinghao.

Everyone else remained silent upon seeing Tang Li.

They were both a little nervous, but outwardly they were both trying to appear calm.

Tang Li calmly sat down in the empty seat Jin Lan had made, and smiled as he looked at Jin Lan, asking:

Do I look that scary?

Jinlan was in a state of extreme shock and temporarily lost her voice.

Her pupils were already dilated, a typical sign of low stress tolerance, making her unsuitable for talking behind people's backs.

Tang Li then turned his gaze to the others:

What do you think? Am I that scary?

At first, no one spoke. After the awkward atmosphere lingered for a while, a woman sitting next to Lin Qinghao finally mustered up the courage to speak:

"I heard that Young Master Huo has a nickname, Huo the King of Hell. Actually, at first, people called him the Living King of Hell behind his back. It just so happens that his surname is Huo, so over time it became Huo the King of Hell. You should have heard of that, right?"

interesting.

It turns out that the women of Tanzhou also knew that Huo Chenyu had this title.

Tang Li's lips curled up:

I've heard a little about it.

The woman stared at Tang Li:

"If he's a living Yama, then you are..."

She was still somewhat afraid of Tang Li, so she only said half of what she wanted to say.

On the contrary, Lin Qinghao added fuel to the fire, saying:

"Qiu Ye, just say it. What are you afraid of? Gossiping behind someone's back is a bit like being a gossip, but when they're right in front of you, just speak frankly. Miss Tang won't blame you; on the contrary, she'll think you're straightforward and honest. What do you think, Miss Tang?"

Lin Qinghao's tactic of flattering people first is not clever, but it works.

Tang Li nodded:

"You've known me for a while now. I'm not someone to mess with. I'm the kind of person who holds grudges and seeks revenge for anything said about me, whether it's to my face or not. But today I'll make an exception. No matter how nasty your words are, I won't blame you."

After speaking, Tang Li smiled at Lin Qinghao and slowly said:

"After all, I will put all the bills on Miss Lin's tab and have her pay them."

Everyone gasped, but secretly rejoiced.

Although everyone hates Tang Li so much that they grit their teeth.

But she is still someone who keeps her word.

The woman named Qiu Ye gained confidence and blurted out:

"No wonder you and Young Master Huo were able to become husband and wife. You two are a perfect match, one a living Yama and the other a Night Rakshasa."

Oh, oh, oh.

Tang Li suddenly realized.

"Night Rakshasa, that's a pretty nice name. Next time I write under a pseudonym, I'll use Night Rakshasa."

She wasn't angry at all.

Qiu Ye has finally unloaded a huge burden.

"Although I really want to correct you, Huo Shao and I are already divorced, but I still want to ask, since you know that he is called the Living Yama, and I was once his wife, do you know who the Yama's wife is?"

Tang Li smiled faintly.

To everyone else, her smile seemed to hide sharp knives, as if she wanted to rip out the hearts and lungs of each of them.

Moreover, Tang Li's question seriously touched upon their blind spots in knowledge.

Everyone looked at each other, and finally all their eyes fell on Lin Qinghao.

Lin Qinghao grew up abroad and knew very little about local culture. She didn't shy away from this, directly praising Tang Li even more highly:

"Miss Tang is a cultured person. We would be honored if Miss Tang could enlighten us and answer our questions."

She actually fell into their trap!

Tang Li chuckled:

"According to legend, Yama, the King of Hell, is the emperor who rules the underworld, and his wife is the goddess who became a deity in the flesh."

Qiu Ye blushed with embarrassment.

She had just said that Tang Li was a Night Demon when Tang Li immediately went on to explain that he was the wife of Yama, the King of Hell.

One is a demon, the other a god.

They are not comparable.

Tang Li then turned his gaze back to Jin Lan, who was peeking out from behind Lin Qinghao, and smiled:

"Gods are naturally not to be profaned. With golden light shining upon you, how can little devils look directly at you? No wonder Miss Jin is so frightened. If Miss Qiu hadn't said that I am the wife of the King of Hell, I really wouldn't know why you are so afraid of me."

Pooh!

He really knows how to flatter himself!

He compares himself to a god, yet calls others little devils.

Everyone secretly despised her.

But no one dared to contradict him to his face.

Even if it means bearing the stigma of being a brat, I have no choice but to endure it.

It was Tang Li himself who first raised the question:

"What? You really think I'm a god? I'm not tired of being on earth yet, so I'll just give up being a god from heaven for now. Miss Jin, why don't you take a good look at me again? I'm just like you, a mortal with flesh and blood, born of a mother and raised by a father. I'm not as scary as you think."

Jin Lan was so scared that she immediately lay down on the ground and cried.

"Miss Tang, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I swear, I will never speak ill of you behind your back again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Look how scared that child is.

Tang Li laughed loudly:

"Miss Jin, why bother with this? Admitting defeat to my face today and stabbing me in the back tomorrow is exhausting. I've already said that Miss Lin will pay for everything today. Don't worry, I, Tang Li, always keep my word."

Jin Lan looked up at Lin Qinghao, trembling, and silently walked to the side, wishing she could disappear immediately.

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