"Even though I really want to put on a serious expression like you did ..." Feng bujue looked at King Mo Ming and said calmly,"but your appearance and voice, combined with the tone and lines ... No matter how I look at it, you look like a stupid kid who is at the end of his second year."
"Hmph ... Are you trying to provoke me with your words?" King Mo Ming laughed coldly as he stepped out of the coffin."This must be your usual trick ..."
"Oh ... I almost forgot. You've already heard some of my 'deeds'." When Feng bujue said that, he aimed the flashlight at the man's face."In other words, you've already prepared yourself ... For all the bad things that I might do, right?"
"I thought so too at first ..." King Mo Ming did not seem to care about the light that was shining on his face. He continued to speak in a calm and steady tone,"until ... You started singing 'eighteen touches'..."
"Hehe ..." Feng bujue chuckled."They already had their eyes on me then ..."
