"So that's how it is," Mo Shu chuckled lightly, "I thought he just couldn't stand me becoming bad."
Xuanyuan Yichuan suddenly felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Have they become bad?
It seems so.
But it seems... not really.
It's just that the difference from the former Mo Shu is becoming more apparent.
Xuanyuan Yichuan's feelings were a bit complicated.
Meanwhile, Mo Shu turned back lazily, looking at the trembling Nangong Ruming.
At this moment, Nangong Ruming was as pale as paper, watching Mo Shu raise her hand to place an arrow on the bowstring, bursting into tears.
"Shh..." Mo Shu looked at her with reckless abandon, "Don't move, otherwise, if I miss, the one in trouble will be you."
Some people around couldn't bear to watch, while others were watching with excitement, eager to try. Among those excited were not only people who had grudges with Nangong Ruming but also fervent admirers of Mo Shu.
Originally, they didn't really care about Nangong Ruming.
