mtl008 Chapter 164 Isn't it
Chapter 164 Isn't it
"Who do you think dragged us into this strange place?" Lu Yan asked softly, looking around cautiously. He shuddered at the eerie atmosphere he'd felt before entering, and the series of thrilling experiences he'd just had left him with a lingering fear.
After calming down a bit, Fang Congyi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke slowly: "This is really puzzling. Who on earth has the ability to bring us here?" He frowned, his face full of confusion.
"Who else could it be? I think it's most likely Bi Yaoyao's doing!" Lu Yan blurted out without even thinking. His tone was incredibly firm, as if he had already thought deeply about this answer and had it all figured out.
"Bi Yaoyao? How could it be her? Why would she do this?" Fang Cong stared at Lu Yan with eyes wide open, stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mouth was slightly open, and a dry sound came from his throat, clearly shocked and surprised by Lu Yan's conclusion.
Lu Yan snorted coldly, his face filled with resentment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph! That woman has always been a scheming and wicked person. She likes to play tricks on us, and her methods are extremely cruel and vicious. I think the reason she did such a despicable thing this time is either out of jealousy of us, and she can't bear to see us living better than her; or she is trying to gain some ulterior huge benefits, so she resorted to such despicable tricks to deal with us by any means necessary!" After saying this, Lu Yan became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He clenched his fists tightly, and because he used too much force, the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged out, looking particularly scary. At this moment, his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. He wanted to rush to Bi Yaoyao immediately to confront her and settle this account!
"Oh? So that's what you think..." After hearing Lu Yan's answer, Fang Congyi's body suddenly felt like it had been electrocuted, and he began to tremble uncontrollably. His face, which had always been filled with a gentle smile and looked incredibly relaxed, froze in an instant, as if under a spell. Even the slightest expression was frozen there, as if time had stopped at that moment.
After a long moment, Fang Congfang slowly came back to his senses, as if waking from a dream. He took a deep breath, then gently exhaled. Between the breaths, he let out a deep, drawn-out sigh. This sigh sounded like the lonely, drifting leaves of autumn, silently falling from branches, imbued with an endless sense of desolation and helplessness.
As that sigh drifted through the air, Fang Congyi seemed to be instantly enveloped by an invisible force. His originally relaxed and calm demeanor gradually vanished like a thin layer of smoke quietly blown away by a breeze, without a trace.
The person who now appeared before everyone was a completely different Fang Congyi. He was shrouded in a faint melancholy, like the first yellow leaf falling in late autumn, lonely and desolate; and at the same time, a deep melancholy, like the faintest star in the night sky, silently twinkling but unnoticed. This interweaving of sadness and melancholy created a unique atmosphere that moved everyone who saw him, and a surge of pity welled up in their hearts.
Fang Congyi's brows, once relaxed, gradually gathered together, knitting into a tight knot. Several shallow wrinkles appeared on his forehead. His deep, bright eyes had lost their former brilliance, replaced by a solemn and thoughtful expression. Clearly, Lu Yan's words had plunged him into deep thought, as if he were mentally weighing the pros and cons, considering his next move.
"Isn't that so?" Lu Yan's eyes widened, as if two flames were burning in them, his face full of confusion and bewilderment, staring straight at Fang Congyi in front of him. At this moment, Fang Congyi frowned slightly, his lips slightly parted, as if a thousand words were about to come out, but for some reason, he chose to keep his teeth tightly shut, not uttering a single word.
At that moment, Fang Congyi's heart was like a raging sea, whipped up by a sudden, violent wind, churning and churning wildly, unable to calm down for a long time. He kept thinking to himself, "I had originally been so confident that this answer I had given was flawless, practically flawless! I had carefully considered every detail, repeatedly weighed it, and addressed every possible problem and loophole, striving to make it flawless. But why did Fang Congyi react so violently and perplexingly in the end? What hidden reason could be behind this? It truly baffles me!"
At that moment, when Lu Yan's gaze fell on Fang Congyi, he felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place. Fang Congyi's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes hollow, and his once upright figure seemed to be shaky. This sight made Lu Yan's heart sink, as if an invisible hand were clutching his heart, squeezing it hard, causing it to twitch violently.
Almost instantly, an indescribable sense of tension washed over Lu Yan like a flood, overwhelming him with overwhelming force. It came so quickly and so violently that before he could react, he was completely engulfed. The tension, like an icy, bone-chilling tide, relentlessly impacted every cell in his body, freezing his thoughts, emotions, and even his breathing.
Yet, even as his heart raced with turmoil, Lu Yan desperately urged himself to remain calm. He knew that in such a perilous situation, if he failed to maintain his last shred of sanity and composure, a desperate abyss awaited them. Once they descended into chaos, they would most likely be lost in this ethereal, ethereal environment, a fabric of memories, forever unable to find an escape. So, Lu Yan gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner fear and anxiety, striving to regain his composure and begin to think about how to deal with the current predicament.