If he asked too much, he would become even more suspicious.
Then, he would cause trouble for himself.
* *
Zhan Jiuxiao teleported and appeared in the two-story building where Zhan Wuya lived.
As he stood in the living room, he raised his head to look at the wall between the living room and the study. There was an oil painting hanging there. The frame was clean, but the cicada that was peeling off its shell had disappeared.
Zhan Jiuxiao stared at the painting in silence while his eyes flickered.
After he strolled to the oil painting, his expression suddenly changed drastically. Then, he pulled off the frame on the wall and threw it to the ground.
Crackle!
The frame shattered.
"Who is it? Who dared to awaken the demonic body I fancy in advance?!"
In the main hall.
