Bang!
Lin Fan was thrown heavily in front of Lan Zhengqing, like a dog.
Lan Zhengqing sat in a luxurious chair, holding an ancient book in his hand. Hearing the noise, he slowly lifted his head, glanced at Lin Fan, and clicked his tongue softly, shaking his head before turning his gaze back to the ancient book, quietly reading.
Tian Lu gulped heavily, swallowing down his saliva.
Dare not make a sound.
He stood there respectfully, motionless.
After a long time, Lan Zhengqing finally closed the book and spoke slowly.
"Why so miserable?"
He referred to Lin Fan, whose arms were shattered and exploded, leaving a long blood trail on the ground, unconscious and unclear if alive or dead.
Such a situation could only be described as miserable!
