Standing in place with a gloomy expression, Bi Xia removed his hand from his cut arm, looking at the blood covering it. After a while, Bi Xia chuckled lowly, "A diversion tactic? Well played! Well played!"
Han Fan, I. fuck. your. mother!
Lowering his starlit eyes to his palm, he thought about the crystal in his hand, and recollected the relationship between Han Fan and Qin Qing that Qin Zhan had mentioned before, and Han Fan's recent reaction. Bi Xia curled his lips wickedly, Want it? I'll let you see it but not touch it!
Thinking of the man he had just seen, Bi Xia pressed his lips tightly together, suddenly turned, and punched the wall heavily. A deep fist mark appeared there, his starlit azure and crimson eyes gradually darkened towards obsidian, almost grinding his teeth as he muttered, "S.P!"
"Little Nine?"
