"You must be joking, Brother Yang. We've never even met. How could I possibly be here to kill you?"
Just when everyone thought Nangong Xinghui was about to make a move on Yang Xiao, his tone suddenly shifted, and he broke into a laugh.
The gloom and killing intent in his eyes were instantly concealed.
A gentle smile was on his face.
He looked nothing like the man who wanted Yang Xiao dead just moments before.
On the contrary, he seemed to be trying to curry favor with him.
Even Yang Xiao was a little surprised by this turn of events.
'What's with this guy?'
But soon, Yang Xiao recalled what Nangong Xinghui had just said, and a thought struck him.
