When Fang Yicheng heard this, his eyes flashed, and his gaze wandered around Yan Haotian's face covered with scars.

The corners of his mouth pulled out an arc of unknown meaning, and then stretched out his hand to Yan Haotian: "I've heard of you, it's the young master of the Yan family who has been married to Begonia since childhood, right?" But I remember that the Yan family seems to have suffered an accident, I thought that Brother Yan had also passed away, but I didn't expect to survive. I don't know how Brother Yan escaped? How did he spend this time?"

Yan Haotian looked at his outstretched hand expressionlessly, but did not shake him, but silently withdrew the hand held by Haitang.

Feng Haitang was anxious about her mother's condition, and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, what happened to my mother's illness?"

"Don't worry. Fang Yicheng smiled slightly, reached out and touched Feng Haitang's head, her movements and demeanor were extremely intimate and natural, "Your mother is just an ordinary worrying illness, as long as you go back and see you, I believe that her illness will be cured immediately." ”

Feng Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Yan Haotian and said, "Haotian, let's not go back to the Immortal Flame Valley first, can you accompany me home to meet my father and mother?" Fortunately, I have now learned medicine with my young lady, and I believe that my mother's illness will be cured. ”

Yan Haotian's eyes were full of sadness and inferiority, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, those words were swallowed in Feng Haitang's expectant eyes.

Fang Yicheng, who was on the side, saw this scene and squinted his eyes, looking unpredictable.

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Night.

Yan Haotian sat quietly in front of the candle flame, looking at the dancing flames, and said nothing.

At that moment, the door of the room creaked, and someone slowly pushed it open.

Yan Haotian looked up and saw Fang Yicheng walking in slowly with a folding fan in his hand.

Looking at Yan Haotian's gaze, Fang Yicheng showed a smile of unknown meaning, "Brother Yan doesn't seem to be surprised at all, I'll come to you?"

Yan Haotian looked at him expressionlessly and did not speak.

Fang Yicheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all, closed the door slowly, and paced to sit down opposite him: "Why doesn't Brother Yan speak? Do you disdain to talk to me? Or ...... Can't speak?"

Yan Haotian pursed his lips, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Alas...... I really didn't expect that Brother Yan really couldn't speak!" Fang Yicheng folded the fan in his hand, and said with a regretful expression: "I thought the rumors I heard were just rumors, but I didn't expect it to be true." ”

"I heard that when the Yan family fell, Brother Yan did not die, but was abolished from cultivation, cut out his tongue, and sold to the Colosseum in the ghost market as a slave for people to have fun. ”

Fang Yicheng shook his head as he said, "Brother Yan was originally the pride of the sky, with awe-inspiring talent, a huge family background, and a delicate and excellent fiancée like Begonia, who really envied others. Unexpectedly, once it ended up being a waste who couldn't even speak, if I were Brother Yan, such a gap would never be able to survive. I'd rather die, and I don't want to live and be someone else's plaything. ”

Yan Haotian's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists.

It took him a long time before he picked up his pen and wrote a few words on the paper, "What do you want to say?"

Fang Yicheng glanced at the words on the paper, and smiled disdainfully and condescendingly, "Brother Yan is a smart person, so there will be something to say directly." ”

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