Chapter 1942
Fang Shanya coughed up blood.
Some suspected that Jun Changxiao had severely wounded his opponent through rap.
But no.
Gousheng had truly injured him with nothing but words.
In truth, Fang Shanya had been unable to pull himself free from the play he had woven for himself, until Jun Changxiao exposed it to his face today.
It could be burying one's ears while stealing a bell.
It could be the emperor's new clothes.
In short, for the sake of this play, every living being in the entire plane had lost their souls and thoughts to accompany the performance.
A play was ultimately just a play.
No matter how vividly it was performed, there would always come a day when someone clapped the slate and called cut.
Unfortunately.
Jun Changxiao was the one clapping the slate and calling cut, and he was the kind who showed no mercy and struck straight at the depths of the soul.
"No!"
Fang Shanya sat down, covered his face with both hands, and roared, "This isn't a play!"
"..."
Jun Changxiao shook his head. "Still obsessed and refusing to wake up?"
Slap!
He clapped his hands.
Tap tap tap!
Several higher-ups who had left earlier walked in. Tears streamed down their faces as they knelt and urged, "Realm Lord, turn back—the shore is behind you!"
"You..."
Fang Shanya was dumbfounded.
Jun Changxiao said, "Jun has already helped them break free from the drug's control."
"..."
A look of astonishment appeared in Fang Shanya's eyes.
The medicine had been given by the Demon Emperor, who claimed there was no antidote. How could someone else have so easily neutralized it?
This sort of medicine that controlled others' thoughts was indeed troublesome. If the Medicine Hall had treated it, they might not have had any good