"Hmm?" Xingyue couldn't help but widen her eyes upon hearing these words, a strange and indescribable feeling welling up in her heart. Because the person who appeared before her at this moment, speaking to her in such an unorthodox tone, had a face that was indistinguishable from the Eastern Dark Divine King.

Just by briefly picturing in her mind the scene of the God King of Dongming communicating with her in such a coquettish and cute manner, Xingyue felt a dense layer of goose bumps all over her body, as if countless ants were crawling on her skin, which made her feel creepy.

Xingyue calmed down and said sternly, "You...you better stand further away when you talk!"

Deep in Xingyue's memory, it seemed that only the second Luo guy stuck to her like a follower all day long, calling her "sister" all the time, but it did not cause her the slightest bit of annoyance.

However, at this moment, the man standing in front of him was dressed in a graceful white robe. His face was exactly the same as that of the God King Dong Ming, as if Dong Ming had come down to earth and incarnated as an ordinary man in the mortal world and was talking to him.

Such a similar face caused ripples in Xingyue's heart, and the originally calm lake of her heart began to surge.

Because of this, Xingyue secretly made up her mind to stay away from this soulmate who seemed to have touched her heart when they first met.

She opened her red lips and said slowly, "I have finished playing the zither. Now I say goodbye!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xingyue stood up, holding the zither in her arms, and turned to leave. Her figure was light and graceful, leaving no trace of dust behind.

Seeing this, Wu Ya couldn't help but scratch his head, his eyes following Xingyue's graceful figure that disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He pursed his lips and muttered, "Humph, she's truly a cold and inhuman goddess!"

After saying that, Wu Ya shook his head helplessly, with a faint bitter smile on his face.