The dark hall, two figures standing opposite each other.
A golden orb radiated a warm and pure light.
Fang Cheng stood under the light orb, speaking earnestly.
Like a monk who has seen through the worldly life, or as if introducing his condition to a doctor.
"......"
The corner of Cheng Jiashu's mouth twitched again.
Vegetarian? Cultivating oneself?
You're telling me this, someone who can slaughter over two hundred gang members with bare hands?
This excuse is utterly ridiculous to the extreme.
Yet, it perfectly fits Fang Cheng's "mental patient" persona in his mind.
After all, the thought process of a mental patient can't be judged with common sense.
"Smiling Demon, your proposal is indeed quite good."
Fang Cheng looked at Cheng Jiashu's expression, who was struggling to hold back his retort, and remarked with a hint of regret:
"But no can do, my biggest flaw is that my emotions are volatile, easy to lose control, and I could suddenly go on a murder spree."
