Chapter 650
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Hearing this, Fang Yicheng's eyes flashed and his gaze swept across Yan Haotian's scarred face.
The corners of his mouth curled into a mysterious smile. Then, he reached out to Yan Haotian. "I've heard of you. You're the young master of the Yan family who was engaged to Haitang at a young age, right? However, I remember that the Yan Family seemed to have met with misfortune. I thought that Brother Yan had already passed away. I didn't expect that he actually survived. I wonder how Brother Yan managed to escape this calamity? How did you spend this time? "
Yan Haotian expressionlessly looked at his outstretched hand, but did not shake it. Instead, he silently pulled back the hand Haitang was holding.
Feng Haitang was anxious about her mother's illness and quickly asked, "Senior Brother, how is my mother's illness?"
"Don't worry." Fang Yicheng smiled slightly and reached out to touch Feng Haitang's hair. His actions and demeanor were unusually intimate and natural. "Your mother is just an ordinary illness caused by worry. As long as you go back and see you, I believe she will recover immediately."
Feng Haitang heaved a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Yan Haotian and said, "Haotian, let's not return to Hellflame Valley first. Can you accompany me home to see my father and mother? I am very worried about my mother's illness. Fortunately, I have learned medicine from Miss, and I believe that Mother's illness can be cured. "
Yan Haotian's eyes were filled with sorrow and inferiority. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he swallowed his words when he saw Feng Haitang's expectant gaze.
Fang Yicheng narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene. His expression was unfathomable.
…
At night.
Yan Haotian sat quietly in front of the candle, watching the dancing flame without saying a word.
At this moment, the door creaked and was slowly pushed open.
Yan Haotian looked up and saw Fang Yicheng walking in slowly with a fan in his hand.
Meeting Yan Haotian's gaze, Fang Yicheng revealed a mysterious smile, "Brother Yan, you don't seem surprised at all that I would come looking for you?"
Yan Haotian looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.
Fang Yicheng did not feel uncomfortable at all. He slowly closed the door and sat opposite him. "Brother Yan, why aren't you saying anything? Are you disdainful of talking to me? Or … you can't speak? "
Yan Haotian pursed his lips, his gaze as sharp as a knife.
"Sigh … I didn't expect Brother Yan to really be unable to speak!" Fang Yicheng closed the fan in his hand and said regretfully, "I thought the rumors I heard were just rumors. I didn't expect it to be true."
"I heard that when the Yan family declined, Brother Yan didn't die. Instead, his cultivation was crippled, his tongue was cut off, and he was sold to the Ghost City's Beast Fighting Colosseum to become a slave for people to play with."
As Fang Yicheng spoke, he shook his head. "Brother Yan was originally a proud son of heaven. He had awe-inspiring talent, a huge family background, and a beautiful and outstanding fiancée like Haitang. It was really enviable. Who would have thought that he would actually fall to the point where he couldn't even speak. If I were Brother Yan, I definitely wouldn't be able to endure such a fall. I'd rather die than live an ignoble life and become someone else's plaything. "
Yan Haotian clenched his fists tightly by his side.
After a long while, he picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper. "What are you trying to say?"
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