"You're actually unharmed?"
Chi Jinzhi's laughter came to an abrupt halt, like a duck whose throat had been gripped, as he stared at Shi Xiaole, utterly dumbfounded.
Despite having no memories to rely on, he possessed a strange confidence that no Supreme Lord could withstand the newly developed poison. Why couldn't it restrain Shi Xiaole?
Could it be that the other's strength had already surpassed that of a Supreme Lord?
"You've been used."
Shi Xiaole said.
Chi Jinzhi remained stupefied for a moment, turning to look at Wu Xuanyu with a hoarse voice, "You're not Xuanyu, right? The Xuanyu I know is in love with me."
In his eyes, there was even a hint of pleading.
Wu Xuanyu was stunned for a moment and then sighed, "You're right, I'm not."
Chi Jinzhi suddenly relaxed, his face showing a joy of having regained what was lost.
