The bleeding on Han Zaixing's neck has stopped now, but the blood on his shirt is still there, a large, scary area.

It seems that the smell of blood is flowing in the air.

Han Zaixing kept his eyes lowered, and the expression in his eyes was covered by his hanging eyelashes.

No one can see through what he is thinking now.

When everyone heard the old man's words, they all looked at Han Zaixing.

Especially Zhan Le, she held Han Zaixing's hand and held it tightly.

She was afraid that if she let go, Han Zaixing would do something stupid.

"Grandpa, I don't want anything, I just want the forest curtain."

Han Zaixing raised his head and looked at Zhan Qibei. His eyes were still red, but the anger and hatred in them were gone.

Some are peaceful.

He calmed down.

But under this calmness, how many layers of restraint are there?
Chapter completed!