"You are not only naive, but also stupid." Fang Yiren coughed twice, "I actually thought that if I came to threaten and torture, I would hand over the antidote. It's so stupid, hahaha--cough cough..."
"You are stupid because you didn't fight me with your life." Sikong Lingge snorted coldly, so he would not be easily provoked by Fang Yiren's aggressive method like before.
"Is that so? Haha..." Fang Yiren began to smile strangely again, and her eyes swept around Sikong Lingge's face.
Sikong Lingge's eyes were cold and fierce, "What are you looking at?"
"Of course it depends on you."
“…”
"I'm wondering what kind of woman with a face would be so stupid."
Sikong Lingge's response was to pinch her wound hard.
Fang Yiren cried out in pain, but did not stop showing off his abilities. "Sikong Lingge, should you just call Shangguan Rui to answer, is there anyone in the Liehuo Group able to save the little ghost?"
Fang Yiren stopped talking, and suddenly realized his expression, "Ah, look at my memory, I actually forgot such an important thing."
He looked up at Sikong Lingge, his tone getting colder and colder, "Sikong Lingge, I am really curious. What would Shangguan Rui react when he sees you like now? Can he still recognize it?"
Sikong Lingge looked down, "This is my business, you won't bother you! Hand over the antidote!"
"It's really nothing to do with me, haha..." Fang Yiren sneered weakly, with a cold light like a blade bursting into his eyes, "I just need to wait and appreciate the tragic situation before my death, and your painful expression... Haha
…”
Sikong Lingge's angry eyebrows were snatched again!
Fang Yiren was so painful that her whole body was twitching. She was already in a semi-coma, but her mouth was still hard. She refused to reveal any matters related to the antidote...
If you continue to struggle, something will really happen.
Sikong Lingge frowned and let go of his hand.
It doesn't matter.
Fang Yiren will not talk about it today, but there is still tomorrow.
I won’t talk about tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow.
Not to mention the day after tomorrow, there is still the day after tomorrow.
...
...
...
She would come here every day, serve three meals a day and serve late-night snacks, and she would not say anything if she didn't believe Fang Yiren!
In the huge space, only one wall light is turned on, which looks a bit dark.
Shangguan Rui was trapped in the sofa, his slender legs were resting at will, and his breath was noble.
A little man crawled hard on his legs...
Shangguan Zhixing sat on the sofa opposite, expressionless, telling Sikong Lingge's recent situation.
In the study, there was nothing else except Shangguan Zhixing's voice and one or two occasional sounds made by the child.
In the simplest language, he narrated everything, and Shangguan Zhixing was silent, stopped talking, and waited for Shangguan Rui's decision.
The room was silent.
An unknown aura was flowing and suppressing...
Shangguan Rui sat expressionlessly, like a statue, without moving, as if he had no reaction to what Shangguan Zhixing said.
After a long time, I finally moved.
Shangguan Rui slowly leaned back and leaned into the back of the sofa. The shadow completely covered half of his facial features, and his thin outline looked particularly sharp...
The long silence made the already depressing atmosphere even heavier.