liancheng yazhi looked at him and smiled. it was not a mocking smile, nor a sneer. it was a calm smile. " for so many years, you've vented your anger on me for lu yinong and her son. do you think that i'm alive, so i'm your good son's way to live? lian chengbo, how long do you need to deceive yourself and others? A coward like you, what else can you do other than vent your anger on others?"
Old master Liancheng's face turned red in anger, and the veins on his forehead and neck popped.
Liancheng Yazhi reached out to adjust the speed of the infusion. calm down, calm down. I'm not done talking yet. You should at least wait until I'm done before fainting.
