Um?
"Pfft, Patriarch Ye's reaction was so strong, is it because he couldn't accept it, or is there some other reason? She's your biological daughter, yet you insist on killing her. As a father, you're worse off than finding someone else out there!"
Ye Wanyin never understood.
Why does Ye Yunfeng hate her so much?
Yes, no matter how much Ye Yunfeng tried to hide it, she could see the hatred and disgust in his eyes!
If he wasn't her...
Ye Wanyin's heart suddenly beat faster. She took a deep breath and a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Bitch!"
Ye Yunfeng became more and more furious, as if someone had stepped on his tail. Even the wound on his face could not stop him from roaring: "Her father can only be me! Who are you to point fingers at my Ye family? Even if Ye Wanyin dies, she will still be a ghost of my Ye family!"
Ye Wanyin closed her eyes, and she seemed to have never felt so calm before.
"Oh, all right."
She scoffed and put her hood back on to hide her face. "This is the first time I've seen someone who enjoys playing the role of someone else's father so much. I wish the Green-haired Turtle Leaf Patriarch great success on this path and that his wish comes true soon."
Faint sounds of suppressed laughter could be heard from all around.
Ye Yunfeng's eyes were red and he was about to explode, but he whimpered for a long time and couldn't utter a word. An invisible force blocked his voice!
In horror, Ye Yunfeng met the gaze of the noble Holy Son, which was as cold as looking down on an ant. His whole body was cold and he lost all thought of resisting.
Mo Chi's hands in his sleeves involuntarily clenched slowly, a feeling of inexplicable tension: "..."
The sky remained unchanged.
Everything is as usual.
Only Ye Wanyin's voice was heard, this time addressed to him: "Sir, there shouldn't be anything for me to do here, right?"
"Um."
Mo Chi's breathing seemed to tremble slightly.
He suddenly looked at Ye Wanyin's back as she turned and left. She looked left and right, and was finally pulled up by a red figure that rushed out. She followed without resistance.
After a long moment, he raised his hand and pressed it against his nose and lips, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and he chuckled in a very suppressed manner.
"Ayin, finally..."
The apostle, who was a few steps behind Mo Chi, didn't hear his voice. He blinked in confusion and asked softly with a hint of shame, "Your Highness, were you talking about the execution of the Ye family?"
Mo Chi turned around and looked at him.
The apostle was sweating profusely as he was stared at, and had no idea what had happened to his own Holy Son.
"No." His tone was tinged with obvious amusement. "The Ye family is participating normally, so there is no need to disqualify them."
She would be very disappointed if she was disqualified.
A bunch of worthless things, with only a little bit of use left, so she'll just keep them for now, until she's had enough fun with them...
"yes!"
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