After speaking.
Fang Qingyu still sat casually on that soft leather sofa.
Covered with the Starry Eyes, he calmly watched the elder in the red robe at the main seat.
There was no anger or murderous intent in those eyes, only a kind of mocking that was close to pity.
On the screen wall.
In the suffocatingly thick blood-colored ocean of the underground space.
The figure of "Fang Qingyu" remained frozen.
While the real Fang Qingyu.
Sat leisurely in front of them.
Chen Yuanshan's wrinkled old face stiffened noticeably the moment Fang Qingyu finished speaking.
The gentle humility on his face peeled off like inferior paint.
Revealing the sinister undertone that had been buried for countless years beneath.
However.
The stiffness lasted less than half a second.
Like a face change in Sichuan opera, the stiffness was quickly replaced by a smile.
He even slightly turned his head, curiously casting his gaze again at the screen displaying the blood-colored space.
"Hehehe..."
