Xiaobai was so frightened by what he saw that he gradually felt uneasy in his heart.
"...Ancestor, why are you looking at me like that?"
Even when the ancestors dealt with him just now and tortured him until half of his life was lost, he didn't look at him with such a look...
Xiaobai tangled his hands together nervously and stammered:
"Is it possible that the master's ancestor doesn't like her?"
It shouldn’t be!
The owner is nice in every way, who wouldn't like her?
The dark golden figure withdrew his gaze and spoke softly:
"It seems you are very free."
"ah?"
"Then continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaobai saw a punch flying towards him!
He quickly raised his hands to block!
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
The two figures are fighting again!
Xiaobai yelled with tears in his eyes while beating:
"You really don't love me at all. I, my master's ancestor must have treated her extremely well. No, it's not like you -"
The dark golden figure suddenly said:
"You should be lucky, I really don't look like him."
…
"The body technique is too dull."
"It's too late to change tactics."
"Spiritual power is thin."
"Although my true body is a spiritual saint, my coordination with you is extremely low, so all my efforts are in vain."
"..."
Ye Mo kept giving comments while playing.
The words are extremely sharp.
But he still used such a calm tone that people couldn't even refute.
Ye Xiyue listened without saying a word.
Although she has been called a loser for a long time, in fact, since she officially entered the spiritual path, her performance has been extremely outstanding.
She is definitely a true genius.
Moreover, in addition to possessing amazing talents, she has a tenacious mind and has never slacked off her practice for a day, which can be regarded as extremely diligent.
Otherwise, she would not have reached this point in just a few years.
But now, according to Ye Mo, he failed in everything.
Ye Mo didn't think there was anything wrong with him looking at Ye Xiyue from the perspective of a god-level expert.
The same goes for Ye Xiyue.
She pursed her lips tightly, and she couldn't remember how many times she exhausted her spiritual power, madly devouring the energy of the world around her, and rushed forward again.
She couldn't even feel the pain radiating from everywhere in her body, and there was only one thought left in her mind.
——Fight it!
As long as you don't die, keep fighting!
Bang!
Ye Mo's sleeves and robe fluttered, and Ye Xiyue's figure suddenly flew out and fell heavily, dragging a long trail of blood on the rough ground.
Ye Xiyue's chest shook and she coughed up blood.
Her red dress had been soaked with blood, and the color was a bit dull. It stuck to her body and made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the Yuntian Divine Armor protecting her body, she had no doubt that she wouldn't be able to bear it now.
Ye Mo stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at her like that.
Ye Xiyue supported Tianwen Sword and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.
The sharp sword blade slowly dragged across the ground, making a slight sound that made people feel numb.
Ye Xiyue wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, her dark eyes burning like fire.
"Come again!"
Dark red blood flowed from her hand, silently soaking the black Qiankun Ring.
In an instant, there seemed to be a flash of light on it.
Ye Mo glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly.
…
At the same moment, Emperor Shitian's action of drawing the bow paused briefly, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked forward to the right.
Just now……
The man standing opposite him suddenly said: "You do have a heart."
Emperor Shitian turned his eyes and looked at him.