Still the Mo Family was investigated, secretly fled, and then replaced by demons.
Thinking about the relationships between Mo Family, Peony Workshop, and Luo Shen Cloth Workshop.
Fang Yu felt it was more likely that Mo Lingyu was originally a demon.
It would be better that way, otherwise, the secret signals at Guangyuan Inn and questions about slave trading would be difficult to ask.
The first to notice Fang Yu zoning out was Tang Shan.
His face darkened, and he called out softly.
Only then did Fang Yu return to reality, immediately realizing he had revealed some kind of flaw.
His thoughts raced, and he blurted out almost instinctively.
Bewitched by a human’s skin?
Could he also have that special fetish, liking to collect various attractive human skins?
Thinking of some peculiar hobbies his demon colleagues had, Tang Shan immediately categorized Fang Yu into that type of demon with special interests.
Hei Ao on the bed naturally heard Fang Yu’s sincere praise as well.
His face darkened, thinking that the beauty beside him had been seen by that boy.
He immediately grabbed the sheet next to him and wrapped it around Mo Lingyu’s bare body.
Then, turning his head, he glared furiously at Fang Yu.
"Boy, you’ve seen what you shouldn’t have. I’ve taken note, I want to gouge out your eyes!"
Hei Ao had a principle.
That is, if something isn’t his yet, he could let it go.
But once it becomes his forbidden treasure and others still covet it, that is unforgivable!
Hei Ao could overlook past involvements with [Shuang Weiwei].
But [Shuang Weiwei]’s future belongs solely to him, for his enjoyment alone until he grows tired of her!
Seemingly sensing Hei Ao’s murderous intent, Fang Yu’s expression changed slightly.
"Wait! Hei Ao, I’m not here to cause trouble!"
As soon as Fang Yu finished speaking, Hei Ao had already leaped from the bed, grabbed a piece of white curtain as clothing and wrapped it around himself, swiftly attacking Fang Yu straight on!
Hei Ao was very fast.
He could see the shocked and panicked expression on Fang Yu’s face, which gradually returned to calm as he realized he was being attacked.
Good psychological quality.
Hei Ao arrogantly noted in his heart.
Sadly, you’ve met me, Hei Ao!!
Speed, suddenly exploded.
Hei Ao was confident that in the eyes of these weaklings from the Foolish Underworld, he must have left a white afterimage by now.
With their strength, they could not catch his figure at all.
They probably think I’m still midway.
Hei Ao abruptly stopped, his body slightly leaning forward, appearing right in front of Fang Yu.
With a fierce smile, his two fingers turned into claws, swiftly lunging at Fang Yu’s eyes with the speed of lightning.
This strike, a sure hit!
Hei Ao had absolute confidence.
However, it was at this moment, during the attack.
He suddenly realized, Fang Yu’s eyes were looking downward.
Or rather, had been looking downward early on.
A click sounded in Hei Ao’s heart.
He felt a slight discomfort and strangeness.
But before he could ponder further, a sudden strong wind attacked from the left!!
There’s actually someone here who can keep up with my speed and attack rhythm!?
Although he couldn’t see clearly what came from the left, he knew if he continued reaching upwards towards Fang Yu’s eyes, he would definitely take a heavy hit from the left.
Although it wouldn’t cause much damage, it would be a great insult to him, Hei Ao.
To think that he, the third young master of the Hei Family, claimed to be unbeatable among his peers, had to risk getting hurt and dirty just to succeed against two trash?
How could that be acceptable!
With a shift in attention, Hei Ao suddenly abandoned the attack towards Fang Yu’s eyes, instead swiftly lifting his left hand to block the attack coming from the left.
His left hand swiftly changed position twice like a phantom, and in Tang Shan’s astonished expression, Hei Ao managed to not only intercept but counter his two-foot attack swiftly.
Even his right foot was caught by Hei Ao.
Moving Tang Shan’s right foot slightly aside, revealing the shoe behind, there was Hei Ao’s handsome face.
Hei Ao extended his empty right hand and pointed a finger at Tang Shan, slightly shaking it side to side.
A kick, almost too fast for Hei Ao to react to, suddenly came from directly in front, hitting him right in the chest, forcibly suppressing the words back into his stomach.
The powerful leg force knocked Hei Ao back three to five meters, but it also left him frozen in place.
He looked down blankly at the muddy shoe print on his chest, his body trembling involuntarily.
With a trembling hand, he gently, slowly wiped off the mud on his chest, then repeatedly used the curtain hanging on his body to keep wiping the shoe print off his chest.
But...it wouldn’t clean off.
"Young Master Hei Ao, we from the Foolish Underworld don’t want trouble, since you’re unwilling to disclose Mo Lingyu’s whereabouts today, maybe some other day when you’re interested..."
That Foolish Underworld guy, what was he saying, Hei Ao couldn’t hear clearly anymore.
He felt nauseous... he felt nauseous!!
"Why can’t it clean off... why can’t it clean off!!!"
Sharp, twisted, screaming sounds emitted from the handsome Hei Ao.
His delicate facial features slightly distorted, his originally brown eyes rapidly turning pitch black.
As if a drop of ink fell into the eyes, even the whites of the eyes were rapidly stained pitch black.