The man was wearing a long green robe, his figure tall and straight, like a pine tree or bamboo. He had a pair of dark eyes and an upright temperament. He was the type of gentleman who was like Jade, as if the person who had just done those disgraceful things was not him.
"It's my fault for offending you, miss."
When he said this, his expression was a little apologetic.
Fu Shang was speechless.
If it wasn't for the tingling sensation on her lips ...
She was really going to believe this person's heresy!
Looking at the two bodies on the ground, Fu Shang frowned. She walked closer and found that there was a very thin and long silver needle in the necks of the two men. It must be poisonous.
Fu Shang glanced at the person beside him and said calmly, " you're really a weirdo. You even set up a trap in the mourning Hall.
"You flatter me," Sheng Xiao smiled.
Fu Shang was speechless.
