So satisfying! The Great Demon King wiped out everyone equally!

Without hesitation, Canglan picked up Wang Miaomiao and threw her out of the yard like trash.

Wang Miaomiao's body traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Her large face landed right in the charcoal ash left over from yesterday's Canglan roasted chicken, covering her entire face in black powder. She also inhaled a lot of dust into her nose, coughing incessantly and spitting out mouthfuls of black phlegm, looking extremely disheveled.

"Wang Zhaodi, how dare you hit me! I won't let you get away with this!" Wang Miaomiao struggled to get up from the ground, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. She coughed and shouted.

Then she stumbled and ran toward the door, trying to escape this terrible place, but no matter how hard she pulled, the door wouldn't budge.

"Wang Zhaodi, what have you done? Why can't I open the door!" Wang Miaomiao screamed in terror, pounding on the door incessantly, hoping someone would hear her cries for help.

Inside the house, Wang Tucheng lay half-dead on the ground, writhing in pain. His eyes were filled with malice and hatred as he looked at Cang Lan and said:

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! If you can't kill me, I'll kill you!" His voice was sharp, his tone full of threat and provocation.

Canglan looked at him with disdain and indifference in her eyes. She slowly walked to Wang Tucheng's side, raised her foot, and stomped hard on his calf.

With a "crack," Wang Tucheng's shinbone broke instantly, and he let out another shrill scream, a sound that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Hearing the scream from outside, Wang Miaomiao became even more terrified, pounding on the door even more frantically. Her voice grew shrill: "Mom, Grandma, come save me! Wang Zhaodi has gone mad! She's going to kill us! Someone, please help!"

Annoyed by her shouts, Cang Lan picked up a rolling pin from the table and smashed it down hard on Wang Miaomiao's head. With a thud, Wang Miaomiao's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Finally, it's quiet." Cang Lan said calmly, her eyes devoid of any emotion, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Then, she turned and went back into the house, looking at Wang Tucheng lying on the ground groaning in pain, and said, "I forgot to tell you, that's how I killed Wang Shaodong and Chen Lihua that night. I cracked their heads open. Don't worry, I'll let you live for the next few days, so you can see what real humiliation is."

You hit me when I was little, deliberately bullied me, and made sure I never got a proper meal. When I was hungry, I had to fight with chickens for food. Do you think I'll let you off so easily?

Her voice was cold and calm, yet it instilled a deep sense of fear in the listener.

After hearing this, a look of terror appeared on Wang Tucheng's face. "You killed Mom and Dad! You, you madman! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Cang Lan sneered, "Kill you? That's too easy on you. Just enjoy your remaining days, college student!"

After saying that, Cang Lan walked to the table, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at Wang Tucheng, saying, "Go cook for me. If you can't, I'll cripple your other hand too. Aren't you a college student? Without a hand, let's see how you can still be a college student."

Wang Tucheng felt insulted, but he knew he had no power to resist. Nevertheless, he said irritably, "My wrist is broken, I can't do it."

Cang Lan snorted coldly, walked to Wang Tucheng's side, and quickly grabbed his broken wrist with both hands, pulling and pushing hard. With a few "crack" sounds, Wang Tucheng's wrist was actually set, but the pain during the process made him scream again. Cold sweat poured down his head, and his lips turned white and purple from the pain.

"Go cook. Maybe if you cook well, I'll consider letting you go."

Wang Tucheng... He has never cooked since he was a child; he has always eaten what was readily available.

He scrambled to his feet in fear, knowing that if he didn't do as she said, she would really beat him to death. He hurriedly limped into the kitchen, enduring the excruciating pain.

Canglan wasn't idle either; she sat at the door watching him cook.

She was really hungry. It didn't matter if the food was poisoned, but if she spat a few mouthfuls of phlegm into it and couldn't eat, and ended up killing him, that would be a huge loss!

Wang Tucheng spent half an hour tinkering in the kitchen and only managed to cook two dishes, which didn't look very appetizing.

She had no intention of testing the water, so she picked up a basin of water and splashed it on Wang Miaomiao's face with a "splash".

Wang Miaomiao jolted awake from her unconsciousness, and it took her a while to focus her gaze and make out the "Wang Zhaodi" in front of her.

"Ah!" Wang Miaomiao screamed in terror, instinctively trying to run backward.

With lightning speed, Cang Lan stepped forward, grabbed Wang Miaomiao by the collar, and said with a mocking smile, "Why are you running? What, didn't you keep saying you loved your brother Tu Cheng? How can you not eat the meal he painstakingly prepared for you?"

Her voice carried a hint of mockery and amusement, as if she were watching an amusing farce.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, Wang Miaomiao could only suppress her fear and cautiously look at Wang Tucheng and the dishes on the table before slowly walking over.

She carefully picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few times, her face turned deathly pale, and she spat out the food with a "whoosh".

"Brother Tucheng, did you put sugar in instead of salt? This tastes awful!" Wang Miaomiao said with a frown and a look of disgust.

Wang Tucheng was also surprised that Cang Lan had asked Wang Miaomiao, that idiot, to taste the food. His face immediately darkened. He was already burning with anger because Cang Lan had forced him to cook, and now that Wang Miaomiao had so bluntly shown her disdain, he was filled with rage.

However, before he could make a move, Cang Lan took the initiative, quickly arrived in front of Wang Tucheng, and slapped him across the face, knocking his head to the side.

"Did you hear that? She said it tastes bad, so you make it again!"

Wang Miaomiao, standing to the side, was also stunned by Cang Lan's sudden action. Her mouth hung open, and she couldn't close it for a long time. After she came to her senses, a strong sense of unease and anger welled up in her heart.

She worried that Wang Tucheng would take his anger out on her because of the slap, and what if he didn't like her?

So she hurriedly stepped forward, her face full of a fawning smile, her voice hurried and obsequious: "No, no, no, Brother Tucheng, the food you made is really delicious. I just didn't know how to appreciate it. For your first time cooking, you've already done a great job. Don't be angry, don't take it to heart."

Wang Tucheng, already intimidated by Cang Lan's strength, dared not look at Cang Lan at all. He could only vent his anger on Wang Miaomiao, snorted coldly, and turned around to limp back into the kitchen.

He cooked much faster this time than last time, and he didn't make any mistakes.

A short while later, Wang Tu brought out the dishes he had prepared again.