"Hahaha! Chen Zhufeng! You piece of trash! I thought you were more awesome! I didn't expect you to fall into my hands so easily!"
Fang longqi laughed out loud. He was so excited that it was as if he had been injected with chicken blood. It was as if getting rid of Chen Xiaobei was the greatest achievement of his life.
"What?"
Even though Chen Xiaobei's tea was contaminated by the weird tea, he did not feel that anything was wrong.
There was no pain, no weakness, no dizziness, and no signs of poisoning.
Chen Xiaobei was stunned. He could not figure out what was going on.
Seeing Fang longqi's maniacal attitude, he was sure that there was something wrong with the tea. As long as the tea touched the skin, it could completely suppress the immortal cultivator.
But, if there was really something wrong with the tea, why was Chen Xiaobei completely fine?