?70: Chapter 61: The Assassin Strikes 70: Chapter 61: The Assassin Strikes “Xiaoxiao, next time could you please not disturb me?” Li Chen spoke weakly, his face still pale but much better than at first.

    “I told you it wasn’t on purpose,” Lin Xiaoxiao said with an aggrieved look, thinking who would dare touch you knowing it would end like this.

    Li Chen offered a bitter smile, “I was at a critical moment, completely unable to move or respond to you.”

    “Brother-in-law, what were you actually doing just now?” Lin Xiaoxiao immediately regained her curiosity, “I saw white smoke coming from all over you, are you having some trouble with your body or something?”

    “Your body’s the one having trouble.” Li Chen said speechlessly, “Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand.

    There’s nothing much to say.”

    “Come on, brother-in-law, just tell me, I can definitely understand,” Lin Xiaoxiao quickly employed her coquettish charm.

    Li Chen glanced at her, “Really want to know?”

    “Mmhmm,” Lin Xiaoxiao nodded eagerly, like a chick pecking at grains.

    “Then come here, help your brother-in-law rub his shoulders,” Li Chen said blandly, “I almost died just now because of you.”

    Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t refuse, feeling guilty; instead, she obediently came over and started massaging Li Chen’s shoulders.

    “Not bad, not bad, put a bit more strength into it, hey, that’s right, a little lower,” Li Chen directed as he enjoyed Lin Xiaoxiao’s tender hands.

    Seeing Li Chen enjoying himself, Lin Xiaoxiao said, “Now, can you tell me, brother-in-law?”

    “Tell you what?” Li Chen asked.

    “What were you doing just now?”

    “I was practicing,” Li Chen replied, “move your hands up a bit, hey, yes, right there, that’s really comfortable.”

    “Practicing?

    Brother-in-law, what kind of practice?” Lin Xiaoxiao grew more curious, “Is there a practice that makes smoke come off your body?”

    “You don’t need to know that,” Li Chen said, “By the way, Xiaoxiao, didn’t you just say that we could write off the previous incident where I took advantage of you?”

    Lin Xiaoxiao was startled, then quickly denied it: “Did I?

    Have I said that?

    You taking advantage of me doesn’t get written off, I never said that.”

    Li Chen was speechless; his sister-in-law sure was quick to change her tune.

    “Brother-in-law, are you alright now?

    My hand is sore,” Lin Xiaoxiao said.

    “Xiaoxiao, my shoulder still hurts, just wait a bit longer,” Li Chen replied.

    “I can’t, brother-in-law, my hand is really sore.”

    “Xiaoxiao, don’t forget it was your disturbance during my practice that caused this, and now you’re unwilling just to rub my shoulder?”

    “Don’t, brother-in-law, I’m willing, but my hand really is sore.”

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    After some bickering, Li Chen, feeling quite satisfied with Lin Xiaoxiao’s service, finally let her stop.

    Considering this minor service from his sister-in-law quite satisfactory and having soothed his shoulders, he considered the disruption during his practice settled.

    Just as Li Chen was thinking about how else to gain an advantage from Lin Xiaoxiao, a gruff voice suddenly echoed in the ward: “I didn’t expect the mighty King of the Netherworld to be lying on a hospital bed?”

    Li Chen’s eyes flashed sharply; someone had barged in?

    Lin Xiaoxiao turned around upon hearing the voice, only to see a person wearing black clothing standing inside the room, apparently from nowhere.

    “Brother-in-law, this guy’s dressed like an assassin from ancient times,” Lin Xiaoxiao muttered.

    He definitely was an assassin, you fool.

    Li Chen kept his thoughts to himself, maintaining an expressionless face, and said calmly, “So, the Ghost King sent you?

    I didn’t expect him to care so much about his former master.”

    The words were dripping with sarcasm.

    “Heh, King of the Netherworld, it doesn’t matter who sent me.

    What’s important is that today, one of the Twelve Main Gods, the King of the Netherworld, will die by my hands,” the assassin said chillingly.

    As the assassin flipped his hand, a dagger appeared.

    Lin Xiaoxiao gasped in shock when she saw the weapon; was this man really an assassin?

    Li Chen’s face remained unchanged, but he had forcibly gathered his True Qi, ready to strike if the assassin came closer.

    With his strength, even if the assassin was formidable, knocking him down in one move wasn’t impossible.

    “Seems like my reputation also carries a price in the assassin’s world,” Li Chen sneered.

    “Of course it’s valuable,” the man replied indifferently, then rushed at Li Chen.

    “Brother-in-law!”

    Lin Xiaoxiao screamed, but Li Chen, having been prepared the moment the assassin moved, had already lashed out with his right hand.

    Seemingly slow, yet perfectly timed, the assassin had just rushed forward, dagger not yet thrust, when he was struck by Li Chen and sent flying back even faster than he had come.

    After the strike, the True Qi in Li Chen’s body dispersed again.

    Just a little more time, Li Chen furiously circulated the Mysterious Technique, which had almost restored the True Qi that had crumbled due to the sudden appearance of the assassin and the forced gathering.

    “True to your reputation, King of the Netherworld,” the assassin, blood now at the corner of his mouth, uttered with even stronger killing intent: “But you are at the end of your strength!”

    “Die, King of the Netherworld!”

    The assassin charged again, the gleaming dagger aiming straight for Li Chen’s throat.

    It was over!

    Li Chen’s True Qi hadn’t yet recovered; he had no strength left to counter the assassin’s second attack.

    Just at that moment, an immense force came from beside them, hitting the assassin who was unable to dodge, and he was sent crashing into the nearby hospital bed.

    Li Chen was stunned, Lin Xiaoxiao, too, looked on dumbfounded, only to see Aunt Wang standing there, calmly and composedly.