"It's up to you." In the face of disaster, Xi still refused, Mo Ze couldn' t be bothered to ask if he agreed.
"You! I'll tell you Mo Ze there's no such thing as bullying! Didn't my disciple just scratch that damned girl's face? "I' m not going to disfigure myself. I' m not going to leave a scar even if I just brush some medicine!" Woey Xi's hair was blown up. Mo Ze didn' t mean to fight him regardless of whether he agreed or not.
"Mu Yunshu." Ignoring the disaster, Mo Ze softly called out the names of the people beside him.
"Ah, disciple is here." The Mu Yunshu who was in a daze snapped back to his senses and glanced at the illusory figure. What did his granduncle mean by saying that he only had fifty percent of his spiritual power left? Could it be that something had happened in the Wu
