he didn't exist.This made Fu Mo Han feel even more displeased, his brows furrowed tightly as he strode away."Hou Shao, who witnessed all this, raised his wrist and touched his small nose, " ... I didn...tent. His pale back was stained with Mu Shaochen's blood, which dripped onto the white sofa with each swing of his fist, a particularly jarring sight against the ground."He's dead, better!" His voice...