Chapter 1572

However, the monster's anger was quickly frozen by Zhan Hanjue's cold aura.

"What are you here to do?" Although the monster who was a prisoner was in a mess, his arrogance was not inferior to Zhan Hanjue at all.

Zhan Hanjue sat on the chair in front of him, crossed his legs, and quietly looked at the monster's face with an unparalleled handsome face.

His eyebrows are slender, his peach blossom eyes are long and wide, and his eyelids are unruly and stubborn when he rises, as bright as a boy and extremely charming.

However, when his eyelids were slightly closed, he was extremely noble and proud. Coupled with his natural coldness, he gave people the emperor's attractive momentum.

He stared at the monster coldly, not speaking. There were snowflakes in his eyes.

In terms of psychological quality, monsters may not be as good as Zhan Hanjue.

Time passes by...

A long time later, the monster was so uncomfortable that he was staring at him with a cunning gaze. His psychology disintegrated and he roared at him.

"What are you looking for me?"

Zhan Hanjue's ice soul showed a sneer.

"What kind of man who is so impatient about this kind of man is the Lord of the Military Intelligence Hall?"

The evil pride was completely crushed by Zhan Hanjue's contempt.

In the past, he always thought that he and Zhan Hanjue were equally matched.

But he never thought that in Zhan Hanjue's eyes, he was so vulnerable. Zhan Hanjue probably never regarded him as a respectable opponent.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you. I didn't expect that you would come to see me today." The evil tone was full of frustration.

Zhan Hanjue's ignorance of him made him feel that his previous plans were so ridiculous.

He thought his existence was a cancer that Zhan Hanjue had been afraid of for many years. Unexpectedly, Zhan Hanjue was so insignificant in his life.

Zhan Hanjue replied lightly, "Sorry, I'm very busy."

The demon was injured by his ignorance. "Why was it me who lost? I really want to know, if you lost, can you still maintain such a good deed and make fun of me?"

Zhan Hanjue said confidently: "You are so stupid, how could I lose?"

"Am I stupid?" The monster seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world.

"I'm stupid, you won't come to see me. Zhan Hanjue, stop pretending. Do you think I don't know the purpose of your visit today?" The evil and evil smiled wildly.

"Did your beloved woman get sick? Intermittent fever? Right?"

Zhan Hanjue was worried about how to interrogate him this question, but he didn't expect that the monster would say it himself.

He was so familiar with Zheng Ling's symptoms, which made Zhan Hanjue almost collapse. He almost believed that Zheng Ling must have been poisoned by the Military Intelligence Hall.

His ice eyes dyed red in an instant, and his hands were ready to move. Just as his claws were about to reach out to the demon and strangle his throat, the demon could not hold back. He suddenly laughed wildly, "I knew you would definitely come to ask me for medicine. You love your wife so much, how could you bear to be tortured by anxiety."

Zhan Hanjue's fury faded away little by little, and shock came out of his pupils, "How do you know that my Zhengling had an intermittent fever?"

The demon said with sternness: "Yan Zhengling, who suffers from genetic anxiety, has been with you for several years. If she hadn't been mentally strong, her body would have been unable to withstand it. And your mother is the last straw that broke the camel's back."

"The attack pattern of anxiety disorder is to intermittent fever, panic attacks, depression and suicide, or general paralysis after intermittent acidity and fatigue."

The demon looked at Zhan Hanjue and smiled proudly, "You can't accept any ending, so you come to me for medicine. Because I am a descendant of Boye. I have a prescription to treat him."
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