Short hair, ordinary face, a gray short shirt, cloth shoes, a bright smile on his face, especially his pupils, which are extremely clear and give people the feeling of being innocent and harmless when smiling.

Lu Fan!

Chia Omae and Miyamoto Ichiro's faces changed drastically!

Although they have confirmed that Lu Fan is not dead, they have escaped from the ruins.

However, when they looked at Lu Fan, who had been deemed dead, but appeared in front of them alive, they still felt a blank mind.

"I just took the time to change my clothes, so I won't delay you going in?"

Lu Fan smiled and looked down at the short shirt on his body: "I don't know who it is, but it's very well-fitting. When someone in your sect calls for losing his clothes, please explain it to me, just say I'm wearing it. You such a big sect shouldn't be short of this piece of clothing..."

"Lu Fan!"

Miyamoto Ichiro suddenly spoke and interrupted him fiercely: "You are not dead! You are still alive!"

This was the most angry thought in his heart at this moment.

If Lu Fan did not pretend to be dead in the monitor, it would affect their judgment, interfere with the decision-making of the cabinet, and was anxious to blow up the hall, the matter would not have evolved to this level!

In his own sect's resident, he was fooled by a monkey.

Miyamoto Ichiro's eyes were full of resentment at this moment, and he was also carefully exploring the fluctuations of the true qi in Lu Fan's body. When he found that he did not feel the slight fluctuations of the true qi in Lu Fan's body, the expression on his face instantly became ferocious and disdainful.

"Are you blind? Of course I'm alive."

Lu Fan's expression was quite plain: "I am not only alive, but also alive well. Do you feel uncomfortable seeing me alive?"

"That's right! You should be a dead person. Only dead people have research value and will not waste my magical medicine from Jingbaliu!"

"But you are alive now, so I have to take action myself to turn you into a dead person, so that you will have the greatest value."

As Miyamoto Ichiro had already stepped forward and gradually approached Lu Fan.

Lu Fan looked at him lightly, letting Miyamoto Ichiro stand in front of him. The two of them were so close that they could feel each other's fiery breath spraying on their faces, their eyes facing each other...

"In my eyes, you are an ant that can be crushed at will. I tell you to kill you at any time."

"However, you just need to tell me how you faked death and deceived us, what reactions did the medicine appear in your body, and how your current physical condition is, I can consider saving you your life first and providing my sect with live experiments. As long as you can get what we want in you, if you don't die, I will spare you a dog's life. What do you think?"

Miyamoto Ichiro's voice was very light, mixed with the effect of voice transmission in the secret room.

He did not completely lose his mind. After all, Qian Yuqian was still standing behind him now. Once Lu Fan really became a corpse, the two of them would have to fight for the belonging of the corpse. Qian Yuqian had not taken action for many years. Before he was uncertain that he could beat her, he planned to use soft means to submission.

Faced with Miyamoto Ichiro's temptation, Lu Fan just opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

"What did you say?"

Miyamoto Ichiro was stunned and thought it was Lu Fan who agreed, but because his skills dissipated and he did not know how to transmit voice in the secret room, he put his head up and asked, "You can whisper, or nod or shake your head. If you say it, I'll listen."

"I said."

Lu Fan said lightly: "Draft it?"

Miyamoto Ichiro was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked at him in a daze: "What does it mean?"

"Baga, my way!"

Lu Fan suddenly raised his hand and slapped Miyamoto Ichiro in the face.
Chapter completed!