1690 Vinegar Jar

"You're stupid," Long Qian Xing spat out.

"I'm only doing my task," Fang Sheng Lin argued weakly. He felt that he was indeed very stupid to place himself in that predicament.

Long Qian Xing looked at Fang Sheng Lin deeply and wondered whether he should try something in order to enhance Fang Sheng Lin's poison's resistance. While it might not be of much use for most of the battles, it could help Fang Sheng Lin a bit.

It was just that…

"Forget it, I'll arrange for you to stay in Central Region." Long Qian Xing lost hope for his old friend.

"That meant I don't need to face Song Yun Xiang?" Fang Sheng Lin's eyes lit up.

Long Qian Xing sneered. "That means you're going to rest and then work hard after you recover."

Fang Sheng Lin opened his mouth and then cursed in a low voice. Based on Long Qian Xing's expression, he could guess that whatever this man was planning for him, it would not be a good thing.