Chen Yang carefully wiped the bloodstains off his hands, tossed the towel onto the icy corpse of Li Jitang, "The wound is a bit large, afraid it will affect the coffin fit."
Everyone: "..."
Li Ang: "..."
What kind of courage does it take to utter such indifferent words?
But...
This is the Supreme Martial Commander Chen Yang, who dares to comment recklessly on his words?
Yet, after killing Li Jitang, not only did he have no negative emotions, but he worried about how his body would fit into the coffin.
This...
Hiss!
Li Ang was utterly dumbfounded. That was his father, killed just like that?
He then suddenly raised his head, pointed at Chen Yang with rage, "You're too cruel!"
"Thank you for the compliment."
Chen Yang grinned, nodded at Qin Lie and Li Yong, then slowly descended the steps, mounted his horse.
Li Ang was speechless.
After calming down a bit, those eyes filled with anger, even resentment and poison, gradually turned to horror.
