Something's wrong, there's a murderous aura!
Feng San has been by Yu Xiheng's side for years, keenly attuned to such an atmosphere.
He almost instantly sensed a fierce killing intent rushing towards him, but it abruptly halted just before reaching him.
Feng San immediately looked at Yu Xiheng and saw the man sitting calmly, still sipping tea with a gentle smile, chatting happily with Ye Wanlan, his expression unchanging, completely composed.
Could it be that... these peaceful years have dulled his perception?
Feng San began to fall into self-doubt.
"Hiss..." Xijiang suddenly gasped, involuntarily wrapping himself tighter in his clothing.
Why did it suddenly feel as if the temperature had dropped significantly, as if entering a world of ice and snow?
Xijiang nudged Feng San's arm, lowering his voice: "Don't you feel cold?"
Feng San looked at him coldly: "Get lost, stay away from me!"
Not only lowering his IQ, but also attempting to extend his reflex arc.
