The Demons' Vessel, and the Divine Weapon For the Victory

"The little girl who never wakes up. What's that about?"

Zhang Yangzhou smiled sadly. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth as he spat out a large mouthful. "What's that about? F*ck you!"

Lin Yan frowned slightly. It wasn't that he felt that he had been scolded, but that Zhang Yangzhou actually didn't say that he was a genius seed and that you actually treated me like this. Instead, he acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. He admitted defeat when he fell into the enemy's hands, as if he completely accepted the fact that he had broken his arms and legs.

This attitude… was a little troublesome.

Lin Yan's expression turned cold. "Your hands and feet have just been broken. If you use force to connect them, and…"

"Pui! Don't f*cking waste your energy! If you want to get information from me, in your next life!"