The matter of the arena

"What's wrong? Are you afraid?"

Li Tian said sarcastically as he looked at the people leaving.

"He's just a son of a concubine who doesn't have any power. Why should I be afraid of him?"

Feng Qiao's voice was cold. He took out a bottle of pills, opened it, and sprinkled it on the wound on his hand without even looking at Li Tian.

"You're not afraid of him, you're afraid of that Lin Qing. "

Li Tian glanced at Feng Qiao and threw a bottle of pills at him. Feng Qiao caught it, but just as he was about to return it, Li Tian spoke.

"If you don't want your hand anymore, you can throw it away."

Feng Qiao paused and glanced at Li Tian. Without any hesitation, he opened the bottle and poured out the powder. He casually tore off a piece of sleeve cloth and wrapped it up.

"Thank you," he said.

Li Tian pursed his lips and didn't say anything. He placed his hands behind his head and walked out.