Lin Tian's words were filled with an indescribable feeling that made Zhen shiver, something cold.
Killing intent!
Suddenly, the word popped into Zhen's mind.
He felt that the current Lin Tian was completely different from before, as if a slob had suddenly turned into a monster that could devour people.
Zhen felt as though he was standing in front of a monster, feeling weak and lacking a sense of security.
He gripped the chair tightly, not daring to let go, afraid of what would happen if the chair ended up in Lin Tian's hands.
But his strength was no match for Lin Tian's. Lin Tian easily took the chair away from him.
Liou Qingcheng also clearly felt Lin Tian's transformation. She placed her slightly cool palm on Lin Tian's back, smoothing down a few times. "Lin Tian, don't be impulsive."
"Don't worry, I won't go too hard on him. He wants one of my arms, so I only want one of his."
Lin Tian looked coldly at Zhen.
Faced with Zhen, Lin Tian felt a sense of familiarity.
