You knew I wasn't interested in some Ancient Tomb or treasure, but in those poisonous creatures.
444 wore a knowing expression.
"Isn't it all the same?"
They're all inside the tomb.
What's wrong with studying them while I'm there?
Besides, she had been diligently completing missions in these past few planes and hadn't even researched her poisons. That counted as having done right by it, didn't it?
Its host was planning to neglect her proper work again.
444 sighed.
Unfortunately, there was nothing it could do, and it couldn't talk her out of it.
After chatting for a while, the somewhat tired Su Qiao closed her eyes and drifted into dreamland.
*
Meanwhile, at the Huo Family villa, the man who had returned wrapped in an aura of icy Cold Qi did something unusual: instead of continuing to work, he took a bottle of liquor and a glass from the cabinet, sat down on the lounge chair on the balcony, and stared at the star-filled night sky while drinking expressionlessly.
The violence buried in his heart kept surging outward in waves, and the expression on his face grew tighter and tighter. His eyes, black as an abyss, grew colder and colder.
In fact, even he himself didn't know what was wrong with him.
Tonight, he simply couldn't suppress the urge to destroy, the desire to annihilate, that welled up from the depths of his heart.
He had originally thought that he had kept it under control all these years.
He had been confident that no matter what happened—even if he encountered what had happened back then again—he would be able to face it calmly and composedly.
But now, he had to admit that he still needed more training.
Huo Sihan finished the entire bottle of liquor, yet the more he