Mu Lige felt a pain in his heart when he heard again about the tragic fate of his father and mother after their death.

"Su Mutianjun, you and Ran Zamao are birds of a feather, you are simply insane!" Mu Lige glared at Su Mutianjun, with undisguised murderous intent flashing in his bright eyes.

"Humph, so what if he's crazy? Everything I do is just to pursue higher power and status." Su Mutianjun said disapprovingly: "And Ran Zamao, he's not a good guy either!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Ha... poof!" After Su Mutianjun finished speaking, he began to laugh crazily. The laughter resounded throughout the silent courtyard, making people's hair stand on end.

Mu Lige, who was extremely angry, could no longer bear the hatred in his heart. He kicked Su Mutianjun directly in the stomach and knocked him to the ground.

"You... all deserve to die!" Mu Lige said coldly, his eyes burning with rage. His voice was icy cold, as if he was issuing a death warrant to the other party.

At this moment, Mu Lige gently pulled off his turban, revealing his long, smooth hair, tied up high. His hair cascaded down his shoulders, gently brushing against his fair skin. His cynical expression instantly vanished, replaced by a stern expression.

Although his appearance was still the same, Su Mutianjun and Ran Qiyue inexplicably felt that "Su Mulichen" seemed to have suddenly become a different person.

"Look at who I am." Mu Lige's eyes were sharp and cold, piercing Su Mutianjun and Ran Qiyue like sharp arrows.