"His eyes just now looked like mine. Maybe... it's just similar. Perhaps it wasn't him in the last world... maybe he couldn't be found back when the space was in turmoil... who knows..."
Ningwu didn't say anything, just watched her mutter to herself, and stretched out her big tail for her to hug.
Su Chen plucked a few hairs from her tail, but her mind was still in turmoil.
"Is it true that I will never be able to find him again?" Su Chen looked at Ning Wu's eyes, which were a little red, and his nose was also red like a rabbit's.
"How did you recognize the villainous boss before?" Ning Wu asked her.
Su Chen said decisively, "His eyes. Even if his pupil color and shape changed, the feeling he gives me is always that of a different person."
Ningwu then asked, "If that's the case, do you think Yi Mofeng's eyes are his now?"
"I..." She may have been confident at first, but now she's not so sure.
Because she had never seen a villain look at her like that before, never...
"Maybe he's not the villain. What kind of villain helps the male lead fight for power all the time?"
"and……"
"It seems that Yi Mofeng already has someone he likes..."
As she spoke, Su Chen's voice grew softer and softer, and if Ning Wu hadn't had such good hearing, he would have been unable to hear what she was saying long ago.
With red-rimmed eyes, Su Chen smiled and said, "I'm afraid I slept with the wrong person."
Ning remained expressionless (actually, even dogs have a hard time making expressions), then sighed. There were some things she couldn't reveal yet, at least not now... Besides, these were merely her conjectures.
Now, whether it's obsession or burning passion, only fate knows.
...
Now, Yi Mofeng, after the banquet, felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
Hongjue, who was standing to the side, had already noticed that something was wrong with him. Since she didn't have anything to do at the moment, she brought over some tea. Just as she was about to raise her fair and delicate hand to touch Yi Mofeng's chest to comfort him, she was unexpectedly pushed away by him.
This palm strike was truly powerful, using seven-tenths of Yi Mofeng's strength. Even Hong Jue, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, coughed up blood from this blow.
"Which hand did you use to touch her?" Yi Mofeng asked calmly, his tone devoid of any emotion yet chilling.
“This servant…” Hongjue quickly knelt down, her heart filled with shock and fear, but this fear could not suppress her displeasure.
She never imagined that a boorish Dongqiu woman would attract such attention from her master.
Yi Mofeng glanced at her indifferently, taking in the resentment in her eyes. He then cut her off completely, saying, "Disarm yourself."
"Master?!" Hong Jue never expected that she, the sixth assassin of the Fifth Rank Pavilion, was no match for such a woman.
Yi Mofeng stopped looking at her, and because of this, Hong Jue didn't say another word. She twisted the bone in her right hand, beads of sweat dripping down her face, but she gritted her teeth and dared not utter a sound.
She knew that her master's word was law, and if she were to truly disagree, this day next year would be her death anniversary. No, there might not even be a death anniversary; she would be reduced to ashes and not a single one of her remains would be left.
After all this, Yi Mofeng didn't even glance at him, and simply said, "How dare you presume to guess my identity?"
Hongjue trembled like a leaf from the pain, but dared not lag behind in replying, "We shall enter the insect lair."
"Go."
"yes."
Even as Hongjue trembled as she left, Yi Mofeng's face remained expressionless.
Once everyone else was out of the room, Yi Mofeng felt his blood and qi were about to burst out of control, and he started coughing.
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