Ye Zhi looked up at the man beside him fiercely. He sometimes made her feel strange. Just like now, he was domineering, cold, and ruthless. He made her feel uneasy and made her feel that he had changed.

She still likes him to be more naughty, more pretentious, and more considerate...

But he is a combination of these. Sometimes she almost thinks he has two personalities.

He was decisive and vicious when facing war.

But now, she doesn't want the two of them to fight.

As he said, it would look better if Murong Fu handed over the dragon soul voluntarily, but if he didn't, it would not look good on him, her, or him.

She let go of Mo Junxie's hand, pushed him away, and slowly stepped back: "Mo Junxie, I don't want the dragon soul, and I don't want you to use other people's things to protect me. That will make you feel disgusting.

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"What did you say?" Mo Junxie suddenly clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger, and asked word by word: "What are you talking about to me?"

"It makes me feel sick if you use other people's things to protect me." As soon as she finished speaking, the teleportation space ball placed on the treasure table exploded instantly.

"Bang!" The red teleportation space ball instantly turned into thick smoke.

Murong Fu turned around suddenly and stared at the smoke-filled treasure platform with wide eyes, but the teleportation space that was just fine now turned into a pile of thick smoke.

How could he accept this? This was the most precious heirloom of their Murong family.

"Because this is what the Murong family owes you." A furious voice suddenly sounded, shaking the whole underground pavilion. Mo Junxie's voice was filled with a heart-piercing shock.

Ye Zhikuang frowned, looking at Mo Junxie who was a little out of control, but his heart sank heavily.

He was yelling at her.

This man really took rat poison.

"You're crazy." Ye Zhikuang turned around, not wanting to talk to him any more, his chest felt tight.

Mo Junxie walked forward quickly and grabbed Ye Zhikuang's hand: "This is what their family owes you. Do you think I really care about the crappy things of their Murong family?"

His arms were pinched tightly, and his heart was also twitching.

Turning around, he glared at Mo Junxie fiercely: "The Murong family and I have never had any disputes, so how can we say we owe each other."

"What do you know?" Mo Junxie used another force with his palm.

Ye Zhikuang bit his lip and looked down at the hand on his arm, but was unable to shake him off.

However, at this moment, another hand was put on Mo Junxie's arm and he shook it off hard, dragging Ye Zhikuang behind him, and the two men faced each other face to face.

The wind from nowhere blew the hair of both men.

Their clothes were fluttering wantonly in the air.

The more this happened, the more irritable Ye Zhikuang's heart became.

Mo Junxie always had many secrets in his heart, but he refused to tell her.

He knows what's right, right?

She slowly walked between the two of them, but her eyes never left Mo Junxie.

"You have a lot of secrets in your heart. I can't understand you alone. How can I understand what you are talking about." She didn't have a good temper, but she put it down no matter how bad Mo Junxie's temper was.

Why couldn't he be honest with her?

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him, and the hostility in his body had obviously dissipated a lot.

"I want the dragon soul." He said softly and stubbornly.
Chapter completed!