"Where's the love? Where's the affection? It's all hatred, it's all resentment, alright." Fang Changle said calmly.
The Qin Family saw that pair of man and woman as immortal enemies, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.
"So that means what Qin Ming said about the previous Human Xiao is true... it's connected to my mom..." Zhang Fan mused, deep in thought.
At this moment, instead he calmed down, not in a hurry to slip away.
"Let's sleep first." Zhang Fan shook his head, a wave of exhaustion crashing over him, his eyelids finally too heavy to keep open.
Only he could manage this—for anyone else, exploring the Three Corpses Primordial Pill like this, their Primordial Spirit would have long since been drained dry.
"You're not running?" Fang Changle asked.
"Let's wait and see." Zhang Fan weakly waved a hand, and in the blink of an eye, drifted into sleep.
…
The next morning, early.
