Lord Ding Hui was still racking her brain trying to help Fang Yu clear his name, but Fang Yu seemed to not take the matter seriously, ignoring her exclamation and striding towards the half-corpse.
"Recovered quite quickly, haven't you? However, this newly recovered body seems not very sturdy."
Fang Yu's voice was calm and indifferent.
Perhaps influenced by this tone, Lord Ding Hui also gradually calmed down.
Although Diao Deyi was somewhat reckless in his daily actions, he was certainly not a fool.
Perhaps there was another explanation for this bold move?
Looking at the woman now, her half-body was battered, yet her behavior didn't resemble someone on the brink of death. She could still breathe, lift her head, and show an expression of rage — behaviors not typical of a dying person, even considering a final surge of clarity.
Because her reactions and emotions were too stable.
"Diao Deyi, what in the world is..."
Bang!!!
