Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, and Zhu Wuneng was confused.
Even Tang Wan's heart was full of panic, and a question mark popped up.
Hu Tu, this man can kill his father with his own hands, can kill people for the sake of seeking truth, can hide himself and sneak in, and can fake his death to escape...
It's like a demon-like existence in the world, and he can actually say "fear".
What is he afraid of?
"Yeah, scared!"
Hu Tu said calmly: "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid of you!"
"Um?"
Chen Yang shook his head and laughed: "What do I have to be afraid of?"
Hu Tu grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said without any concealment: "My old uncle has a lot of skills, he can understand everything, and he can innovate, but he is nothing more than a craftsman."
Zhu Wuneng's face turned stinky.
At first it sounded like a compliment to me, but when I thought about it, it seemed so wrong.
I feel offended.
Am I being looked down upon?
Thoughts were popping up in Zhu Wuneng's mind one after another. At the same time, he was completely unaffected by all the thoughts. He moved quietly, trying to find Hu Tu and almost make a surprise attack.
"The reincarnated goddess is just relying on that ring to achieve success. She succeeds and fails. She is also terminally ill."
Hu Tu shook his head in disdain: "If the goddess was reincarnated more than ten years ago, I would have to be more careful. Right now, she is just a magician who has actually gone crazy a long time ago."
"The rest are either obsessed with hatred, confused by faith, or obsessed with greed and delusion... They are not worth mentioning."
"only you......"
Hu Tu gritted his teeth and said helplessly: "After following you all the way, I still can't see clearly your details."
"It doesn't matter, nothing to seek, nothing to cling to..."
The more he spoke, the more anxious and hateful he became: "It's just like the white kids from old money families I met when I was studying in the United States when I was a kid."
“It doesn’t matter what you do, as you are never missing anything;
It seems that you actively participate in everything, but actually it doesn't matter if you let go;
I can chat and laugh with everyone and make friends, but I don’t think highly of anyone..."
Hu Tu subconsciously tightened the arm that was holding Tang Wan's neck: "Only this Miss Tang has some status in your heart."
"Otherwise I wouldn't dare to move at all."
"I don't know what trump card you have. Will you suddenly reach out with a smile and crush him to death with one finger?"
"I think if my old uncle can respect you so much, Mr. Chen, you must be a real big shot, right?"
"Compared to the old money and taller people in the United States and Europe."
"right?"
Hu Xixiang was sincerely asking for advice, but at the same time he was constantly moving, dragging Tang Wan back and changing his position and angle.
The veins on Zhu Wuneng's forehead were throbbing, and in his stomach he cursed Hu Tu for his nineteen-generation ancestors.
This is too difficult.
He was so slippery that he didn't even have a chance.
Chen Yang lowered his eyebrows, but calmed down and said, "What you said is correct."
"But now that you have caught my weakness, you might as well make a request."
"in addition......"
Chen Yang's tone was calm, but his voice turned stern, and people couldn't help but listen to it, as if if you don't do what he said, something you don't want to see will happen?