"Not going to make a move against me?"
Aizen's true body looked at the man before him, who looked exactly like him yet felt somewhat different. His expression was calm and steady.
He did not seem particularly surprised. Instead, he smiled and asked this question.
As for Chōjirō Sasakibe, who had already entered the countdown to death, he did not even spare him a glance.
Such powerful... spiritual pressure.
It really was himself... yet different from him.
The sneak attack on Chōjirō... swept into the shelter with a whoosh, burying Fang Hanmin alive beneath the earth on the spot.
The man wore black and was somewhat thin, but his gaunt face surged with towering fury. A dense, murderous aura radiated from him, startling many people.
Jiāyòu and the Evil Spirit's expressions darkened. These people would stop at nothing for the treasure. They secretly blamed Lin Feng—how good it would have been if they had agreed to wipe them out earlier. How could this situation have arisen otherwise?
Yuzhen thought to herself: Perhaps only Fu Qian could see her goodness. As long as he understood, it did not matter whether Fu Heng did. She would rather Fu Heng despise her for the rest of her life, so she could spend her life guarding the memories she shared with Fu Qian.
Luo Tianqi sighed softly. "He asked whether it was inevitable for members of the imperial family to be forbidden from divorcing. If one party broke the law and fell into depravity, were they still supposed to make do with it?"
Lin Feng's face turned pitch-black. The Evil Spirit said this, and Ai He said the same. What were they wary of? Was there someone who could threaten them? Could it be a Longevity Realm expert?
After receiving this telegram from Shinichi