The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 490 Angels

After laughing, Pork spoke with derision, "Country boy, what's this about angels? You think you're in 'Genesis'? Parading around here pandering to the gullible, do you really think I’d buy into that? This is a hospital, not a place for religious worship!"

"Uncle, you may disrespect me, but you should never disrespect the divine. If you insult the sacred, the angels might not heed my call. Then, there will be no thunder, and we won't be able to save the old man."

"Divine? I don't believe in any of that superstitious stuff! And anyway, it's you, country boy, who would be disrespecting them!"

"Me? How is appealing to the angels disrespectful?"

Unable to stand more of their exchange, Jessica aimed a slap at Daniel’s backside.

"Whack!"

The hanger hit its mark perfectly.

"Ah!"

Daniel yelled again, his tone as lively and passionate as ever.

"One more peep from you, and I'll beat you to death! Here’s your hen, and your pen and paper too. Start now! I want to see how you’re going to get the angels to work for you. If there’s no lightning strike soon, I’ll be the one to strike down this idiot!"

"Honey, don't be so fierce! If you keep this up, I might have to let you go," Daniel playfully responded.

"What did you say? You, an idiot, have the guts to talk about divorce?"

Jessica grabbed Daniel’s ear and twisted fiercely.

"Ow! Mercy, honey! I was wrong! I won’t ever dare it again!" Daniel was crying out in pain, begging for mercy.

up and

use vodka, not water, to dilute the ink.

"What a hassle!"

remained patient, although she complained and rolled her eyes at Daniel. She then assumed a genteel appearance, diluting the ink with tenderness and virtue

a bunch of feathers

are you doing?"

some chicken feathers for the

You have

"Feathers work better!"

with embarrassment. Swatting at Daniel's back and cursing, she said, "Get lost! Shameless! I’ll

curiously asked Jessica, "What did

No! Don’t you dare ask him! And even if

Chapter 490 Angels

about angels? You think you're in 'Genesis'? Parading around here pandering to the gullible,

you insult the sacred, the angels might not heed my call. Then, there

don't believe in any of that superstitious stuff! And anyway, it's you,

appealing

more of their exchange,

"Whack!"

hanger hit its

"Ah!"

his tone as

peep from you, and I'll beat you to death! Here’s your hen, and your pen and paper too. Start now! I want to see how you’re going to get the angels to work for you. If there’s no lightning strike soon, I’ll

fierce! If you keep this up, I might

You, an idiot,