This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

Deepest part of the island, buried at the bottom of the ocean floor.

Fu Shiyu stepped out of the elevator, dark blue sea water, through the glass wall, and struck a ripple of light on his face.

Yan Xiao stood in front of the glass wall, while a shark was swimming outside the glass wall in front of him. He saw Fu Shiyu walk out and Yan Xiao slowly turned around.

“Uncle Nineteen!” Yan Xiao smiled on his face and walked to Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu ignored him and continued to move forward.

But Yan Xiao followed with a smile. “Congratulations, Grandpa should praise you again for taking over E country in such a short period of time! ”

Yan Xiao was laughing, but his eyes were cold, because he thought that E country should have been his credit, but Fu Shiyu took it.

Fu Shiyu kept walking, even his eyes didn't give Yan Shaw one, he said softly: “You should congratulate me. ”

Yan Xiao bit his teeth, and Fu Shiyu's appearance of oil and salt made him very angry.

Suddenly something seemed to occur to Yan Xiao, speeding up his footsteps, went on to laugh alongside Fu Shiyu: “Uncle, I heard that your blonde beauty is dead. I was disappointed. I wanted to see the wind, now I don't think I have a chance! ”

Karl's room was on fire, and a lot of people knew, so it's not surprising that Yan Shaw knew.

After hearing this, Fu Shiyu, who had never reacted, finally stopped and stared at Yan Xiao with a dark glance.

Fu Shiyu has always been an expert in restraining emotions, and Yan Xiao has never seen Fu Shiyu out of control in more than a decade.

At this time, although Fu Shiyu still had no expression on his face, he could see the burgeoning dark flow under his eyes. Yan Xiao only felt as if he had countless knives on his neck.

As if he had moved a little bit, he would have been broken into countless pieces.

The first time I saw Fu Shiyu show this look, Yan Xiao suddenly smiled: “Looks like Uncle Nineteen is moving! What a surprise! I thought your heart was made of stone! ”

His tone made a mockery of it.

And looking at Fu Siyu, he also laughed coldly.

“Uncle Nineteen, I remember when you said," You said that emotion is a fatal weakness and can be foolish! ”

Yan Xiao clearly remembered that Fu Siyu had killed his dog for several years in front of him.

If it wasn't for Fu Shiyu, he wouldn't be like this today.

“People with feelings are idiots. What are you now, Uncle 19? ”

Yan Xiao's tone was a little quick to retaliate. He wanted to see the painful expression on Fu Siyu's face, but when he saw it half a dozen times, Fu Siyu's expression showed no signs of fury. Instead, he became calmer and calmer.

Fu Shiyu's eyes sank away, his body leaned forward and his face approached Yan Shaw's ear, smiling softly: “I'm still saying that, people with feelings are foolish, but... not me. ”

Yan Xiaoyi, what do you mean?

But without waiting for him to say more, Fu Shiyu had turned away and entered an electric door that was about to close, so the two were separated.

Yan Xiao stood in place, he frowned, just what Fu Shiyu meant, doesn't he have that kind of feelings for that Karl?

Or, because Carl died, his feelings disappeared?

Yan Xiao believes the latter more than the former.