The Calamity That Befell All of Central Continent

Su Xiaoxiao wore a strange expression. Hanyu nearly felt like hitting him.

"You suspect me too?"

Su Xiaoxiao could naturally see the change in Hanyu's expression, and his face twisted into a bitter grimace.

Ever since Muzi Li had made his arrangements, he'd sensed that Muzi Li still suspected him.

"If I told you I really went there to gain enlightenment, would you believe me?"

Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"Wait, does whether I believe you even matter?"

Hanyu looked utterly perplexed. Even if he didn't believe Su Xiaoxiao, he might not dare do anything to him—unless Su Xiaoxiao was up to some new trick.

What mattered was whether Muzi Li and the others believed him. Those old monsters really would kill a man without hesitation.

Su Xiaoxiao groaned, "I keep feeling like my senior brother's eyes look really strange when he looks at me..."

Halfway through, he suddenly cried out and pointed at Hanyu.

"Just like the way you're looking at me!"

Muzi Li's expression wasn't much different from Hanyu's strange look now, except Muzi Li was more restrained. He wasn't nearly as blatant as Hanyu.

"That's why I'm asking you: what do we do if we run into people from Yanluo Hall?"

Su Xiaoxiao said with a bitter smile.

"You're not really going to sell me out, are you?"

Hanyu warily moved a yard away from him. If anything looked amiss, he'd immediately burrow underground and spew out a cloud of mist.

As long as he was fast enough and they didn't lock down his aura, he could escape just like last time.

If Su Xiaoxiao went too far, Hanyu wouldn't mind beating him to death before he left.

"See? You're already acting like this. No wonder my senior brother suspects me too."

That was what Su Xiaoxiao was complaining