When Dean Mo Ye heard Shang Ran's words, he became completely mechanical. He stared at Shang Ran blankly and didn't say anything for a long time.

Mo Yao pulled Lan Qingyu aside to watch the show, and Huang Jue also walked behind Lan Qingyu and the others.

Ouyang Zhiruo and the others left here tactfully, but their faces looked a little bad.

Lan Qingyu watched Ouyang Zhiruo and the others leave. When she saw their expressions, her pupils shrank and her face was full of worry.

She immediately took her own pulse and found that she was in good health. She was not as pale as Ouyang Zhiruo and the others, and her eyebrows were not dark.

There was a look of worry between her brows.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yao asked, looking at the worry on Lan Qingyu's face.

Lan Qingyu said in a deep voice, "They were poisoned. The green smoke was poisonous, but why am I fine?"

Mo Yao nodded in understanding and said, "Little Feather, you are really a worrywart. I wish you could care about me like this someday."

Lan Qingyu blinked and ignored Mo Yao's words. She pointed at Dean Mo Ye and the others and said, "What's going on with them? It seems like it's related to many years of grievances and entanglements."

When Huang Jue saw Lan Qingyu avoiding Mo Yao's advances, he smiled softly, but this smile made Mo Yao very unhappy. Mo Yao turned to look at Huang Jue, with the murderous intent and warning revealed in his eyes.

"Huang Jue, the show is very interesting and funny. Didn't you see that I was coaxing my wife?" Mo Yao's evil eyes immediately burst into fierce flames.

Huang Jue smiled even more happily when he saw Mo Yao like that.

Mo Yao's face was very dark, and a chill was emanating from his body.

Lan Qingyu didn’t know what was going on in the eyes of the two people. She felt that something was wrong around her and immediately moved her feet.

Mo Yao's face turned even darker.

If he didn't want to seek justice for Lan Qingyu, he would have carried Lan Qingyu away from here long ago.

……

"Master, are you the Master?" Dean Mo Ye's face was stiff, no longer as gloomy as before.

The gray-clothed, white-haired old man walked to Moye's side, put his hands behind his back, and said in an old but steady voice, "Moye, I'm sorry for making you take a detour."

When Mo Ye heard what the gray-clothed, white-haired old man said, he laughed coldly, with unspeakable sadness and hatred in his voice, "Since you are not dead, why don't you show up? Do you dislike me so much? Do you like that selfless Huan Kong so much? I am also your apprentice, why do you treat me differently? I, Mo Ye, don't accept it!"

The gray-clothed, white-haired old man sighed slightly, "Master also knows that I have let you completely embark on a path of no return over the years. This is all because of Master's neglect of you."

Dean Mo Ye smiled coldly and neglected you.

Just saying I neglected you is the end of the matter.

Are you kidding!

“Haha, Master, you are so biased. Yes, I am hunting down Lan Qingyu, but who am I doing this for? It’s really just for myself. Master, why don’t you go and ask your good disciple what he did?”

Dean Mo Ye looked at his master who was motionless, and his heart sank. "Master, you know now, right? Hahaha, I really feel sorry for Lan Jing. If he hadn't trusted Huankong so much, how could he be trapped in the ancient battlefield? If he hadn't trusted Huankong so much, how could the couple have been separated for more than ten years? If it weren't for Huankong, how could I have come into contact with the people of the Blood Alliance? Hahaha, it's all because of him!"

After Dean Mo Ye finished speaking, he laughed out loud, and Huan Kong's face suddenly turned pale.

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