This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

Because if it is the latter, it means Fu Shiyu is not so indestructible.

Seems to think of something, Yan Shaw's lip corner pulled up a strange smile.

……

After Fu Shiyu entered the door and avoided a camera, he seemed to have some weakness against the wall.

Some painfully closed his eyes, Fu Shiyu looked up at his head, his hands dead and squeezed into fists.

He thought he could control it, but over time, the deeper the pain in his heart, it stopped the spread.

As for Karl's memory, like the vine with the prick, the tighter he was, he felt some difficulty breathing, and the body's blood seemed to stop circulating.

He can't feel anything but pain.

He didn't even feel his palm bleeding himself.

Karl……

At this moment, Fu Shiyu's heart gave rise to an idea, one he had never had before.

That's regret...

He had never done anything he regretted, because he had done it without regret.

He used to think that Carl was just a little stone that splashed water in the calm ocean, but now he realizes he's too confident.

Karl was indeed a little stone in his ocean, but it caused a huge wave, not a little splash.

And he can no longer deceive himself into ignoring that sentiment.

……

Two minutes later…

Fu Shiyu walked out of the corner expressionlessly, his emotions had returned to normal at this time, even the blood on his hands had been handled clean, and he could not see anything unusual.

After several consecutive walks, Fu Shiyu arrived in front of that quaint gate.

After taking a deep breath, Fu Shiyu checked his morality before pushing the door open.

“Dah. Dah.” Da.

Leather shoes stepped on an icy marble surface, and Fu Shiyu stopped in the middle of the hall and looked up.

Above the steps, the curtain covered the throne. Fu Shiyu thought that Fan Lou was resting, so he didn't make a sound. He was planning to step aside and wait, but the sound of Fan Lou sounded softly: “I heard you brought someone back. ”

Fu Shiyu made a move and stood respectfully, bowing his head and answering: "Yes. ”

“Be spiritual.” On the throne, Fan Lou's voice rang again.

Fu Siyu: “Yes. ”

“Who taught.” Fan Lou asked again.

Fu Siyu: “I don't know. ”

He is also curious, to be honest, how the Night Xuan morning can be spiritual.

“Oh?” Fan Lou whispered softly, and then he said with enthusiasm: “That's interesting! ”

It's been hundreds of years since I've been here, and it's the first time I've met another spiritual master.

Long ago, Fan Lou commanded, "Bring it to me! ”

“He doesn't listen to me much!” Fu Siyu said honestly.

Fan Lou: “That's your business. ”

After that, the shadow behind the curtain waved.

Fu Shiyu nodded and respectfully withdrew.

After Fu Shiyu left, another while later, Fan Lou's voice came back after the curtain: “It seems you did not lie to me, the man in the prophecy really appeared. ”

A transparent stone, suspended in front of the throne, a golden symbol spinning around the stone, a fluctuation that is not perceived by ordinary people emanating from the stone.

“Well... let's see who laughs to the end!” Fan Lou's voice rang again.

And Night Xuan would be surprised if he was here at this time, because the stone is very similar to the one he got from the snake hole.