After all, they are the only two people left in Xuanji Continent, so why are they killing each other?
Ying Huai, who was embedded in the grass, sneered when he heard this:
"Xuanji Continent was destroyed because of them, and I can't vent my anger as a normal person?"
Ji Yao nodded: "That makes sense."
“Ahem—”
Ying Huai glanced at Ji Yao with half-closed eyes, and said with a half-smile: "How can you, who have been standing at the top since birth, understand?"
Ji Yao felt his reputation was damaged: "Nephew, you are getting a bit too obsessed with this."
Don't look at her now, even though she appears to be the ancestor of the Shenmu clan.
But in her previous life, she was just a cannon fodder under the capitalist regime.
The pressure from Gu Xingzhi bypassed Ji Yao and fell entirely on Ying Huai.
Blood continued to flow from his mouth and nose, so much so that his speech became incoherent.
"Ahem—you...you...are nothing more than pawns."
Ji Yao showed great interest in the word "chess piece" he mentioned.
I pulled him out of the pit and saw that he was still vomiting blood.
Ji Yao gave a reproachful look to someone who had come to his side at some point.
Then, he used his other hand to quickly send vitality into Ying Huai's body until he stopped coughing up blood.
Then he asked with relish, "Nephew, don't die yet, how do you pronounce the word 'chess piece'?"
Feeling that his body was recovering quickly, Ying Huai held his breath despite Ji Yao's curious look.
I can neither go up nor go down.
Until his face turned red and his bloody lips were pressed into a straight line.
After a long time, he gritted his teeth and uttered, "You really have a good attitude."
"Thank you so much, thank you so much—"
Ji Yao laughed heartily, feeling quite proud, and then flattered without changing his expression:
"My nephew, you are not bad. If you don't know me, you might be a thousand-year-old turtle."
A smile flashed in Gu Xingzhi's eyes, and he ignored the bloodstained person in Ji Yao's hand.
Ying Huai: Hey, you bastards!
Ying Huai's expression suddenly tensed up, and a dark line suddenly climbed up his handsome face.
Ji Yao squinted his eyes and looked at the strange lines. "This... looks like the pattern on a turtle shell."
Suddenly thinking of a possibility, she asked hesitantly, "Is it you, Old Turtle?"
The air around suddenly became extremely quiet.
After a moment, Ying Huai's anger finally erupted: "It's the descendant of Xuanwu!! Not an old turtle!"
Ji Yao put the man down and said casually without much patience:
"All right, old turtle."
Seeing this, Ying Huai gave up correcting her.
He snorted coldly and didn't want to pay any more attention to Ji Yao, so as not to ruin the character he had built over the years.
But Ji Yao didn't want to let him go.
She poked Ying Huai's shoulder curiously, "So, is divination with your shells really that accurate?"
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