Even without her extraordinary sense of touch, she could clearly feel the bone-chilling coldness.
Fu yaoguang couldn't help but lean back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He said in a low voice, ""Brother Xia, don't be angry."
"I'm not angry." The corners of Xia qingchen's lips curled up as he laughed. However, Fu yaoguang couldn't hear any hint of a smile. What he could hear was a killing intent that had condensed to the extreme.
Xia qingchen indeed wasn't angry. He only wanted to kill someone.
It didn't matter if they were enemies with him, Xia qingchen.
In this world, there were at least 8000 people who wanted to kill him, wanted him to be in dire straits, and wanted to see him make a fool of himself.
He couldn't manage them, and he didn't want to manage them one by one.
However, for those who were concerned about his parents, wife, and loved ones, Xia qingchen had to break through hell and drag them out, even if they had to run to hell.
