When He Qing heard Feng Cheng's words, she suddenly felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, and she finally smiled with ease, "That's good, that's good."
"In my youthful memories, you were so outstanding. I really didn't hope to see you with such scum, lost forever."
Her demeanor relaxed, her limbs stretched out; it was clear she had thought of a suitable method. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Feng Cheng's gaze suddenly begin to fluctuate violently. In a few breaths, his whole demeanor had become gloomy again.
A challenging smile crept upon his lips again, and he tilted his head and licked his sharp, long fingernails, while casting a sidelong glance at He Qing and mockingly said, "I heard you, you know."
"People like you talk grandly and righteously, as if you stand for justice. I've eaten so many people, yet based on how you've acted, I was sure you'd send me straight to the Eighteen Layers of Hell."
