Fang Yuan sat on the chair, ignoring the messy room, thinking about the strange feeling just now. He naturally knew what he had just done, and the puzzled expression was just something he pretended, and no one else could catch any evidence anyway.

As for Zhou Zhou, he was dumb and ate Coptis chinensis, and he couldn't tell if he had any bitterness. Originally, Fang Yuan had already retracted his gaze, and Zhou Zhou was going to follow, just asking for his own hardships. He had spied on Fang Yuan many times before, but Fang Yuan didn't know, but now he couldn't help him.

The innkeeper asked outside the house, "Guest officer, do you need to send a guy to clean up?" ”

After Liu Ziming went out, he called someone to clean up, and he was also worried about Fang Yuan. After all, Fang Yuan's state just now was not angry, nor was he in a daze, but it just made people feel strange, as if Fang Yuan was not in this space at that time.

There was no sound in the house, Fang Yuan was completely immersed in the feeling just now at this moment, and he didn't hear anyone outside the house at all.

"Guest ......"

"Stand down."

The shopkeeper was just about to call again, but a cold voice from behind interrupted him,

The thrill of peeling back the cocoon

absorb

evolve

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