What the hell is this thing!
Damn it, was spying in his mind for information, and it ended up giving me a hard-on!
Feng Yun swiftly retracted the Enchanting Spell, his face was ashen, waves of murderous intent surging uncontrollably.
Because right now... he's facing Wu Xiang!
And he was already standing up!
Damn it...
Wu Xiang grunted, his face pale, looking bewildered, he said, "Young Master Yun, I really can't remember anything."
Feng Yun huddled behind the table, his hands covering his forehead and legs crossed, saying, "Think harder... whew..."
The voice was a bit muffled.
Wu Xiang had no choice but to start pondering again, but for some reason, he only felt a sting in his brain and some dizziness.
However, he dared not speak, let alone leave; he could only furrow his brow, reviewing everything since he took office, one by one...
He knew that Feng Yun was close to his limit of patience with him.
In fact, he could even feel the killing aura directed at him just now.
