Chapter 157: Seed (2 in 1)

Su Yao did not deny Tang Ling's speculation. Instead, he sized Tang Ling up with a keen gaze. "How did you come up with that?"

"Instinct?" Tang Ling was not sure because when he heard the description, he thought of the uncommon voodoo insect raising. How should he explain himself? Therefore, he claimed that his answer came from his instinct.

Su Yao did not think Tang Ling was brushing him off by saying that the thought came from his instinct, so he went quiet and lit another cigarette.

Within the cloud of smoke, Su Yao looked extremely burdened with a mysterious and impenetrable veil of sorrow mixed in his expression. Tang Ling was also infected by the heavy emotion although he did not know what caused Su Yao to be sad.