Chapter 1253 (1/2)

Fu Qisen, who has never been ready to speak, seems to have heard a huge joke when hearing Duan Yi's words.

He suddenly a low smile, voice cold as ice, but let Jiang Shangwei Leng.

He hasn't heard Fu Qisen laugh like this for a long time.

It's a sign of danger.

Many years ago, the young man with a sharp blade stood in front of the sea of blood. The blade was stained with the blood of thousands of people, and the corpses were everywhere. The smell of putrefaction and the low afterglow of the sunset reflected the blood on the ground, and dyed the white lining of his body into blood red.

In addition to that pair of black bright eyes can also roll, let people find that he is a real person, he is like a blood man in the vast land.

At that time, Jiang Shang stood not far away from him, looking at the young man slowly raising his head, revealing a low smile.

That smile is cold to the bone, but it also makes people feel a little warm.

He didn't die. He survived.

Jiang Shangla recalled that Fu Qisen didn't know when he had taken the cup on the table. One of the glasses on the table is the one he likes to hold in his hand most. Sometimes he will pour the water on the table and drink it without caring. Sometimes he will hold the empty glass in his hand.

Although this habit is a little strange, Jiang Shang has found through long-term research that Fu Qisen will rub his cup when he has something on his mind.

He didn't speak, but his slender fingers were rubbing around the glass, which was so transparent and luminous that it seemed to be touching a precious treasure that attracted people's attention.

Fu Qisen slightly drooped his eyes. Although his face was expressionless, he made Jiang Shang sit beside him shudder.

He made up a bloody battle.

It's just that Qingjie, who is standing behind him at this time, is no better.