The heavily made-up woman watched as her dogs were kicked away by Yang Ye, her heart aching terribly.
To her, these two dogs were like her own son and daughter, flesh of her flesh.
At this moment, the heavily made-up woman had completely lost her reason, cursing at anyone who came near.
Those who didn't know any better would think it wasn't her dogs that had bitten someone, but someone else's dogs that had bitten her.
Seeing that the heavily made-up woman had lost her reason, even cursing the Heavenly Master, no one at the scene tried to intervene.
Yang Ye looked at this crazy woman,
unable to help but sigh inwardly, "I haven't been to the mortal world for many years, and now the people here are becoming increasingly unreasonable.
If this were in the Underworld, not to mention letting dogs bite people, even if two ghosts squabbled, they'd be fried in an oil pot for a while.
And those who dare curse King Yan? Straight to Tongue Pulling Hell for a little visit, no?"
