"You're not afraid?"
Ayimulan asked.
Meng Qianqian laughed, "Let's make a bet, you won't be able to take me out of the Capital City."
Ayimulan snorted disdainfully.
"If you don't believe it, forget it."
Meng Qianqian looked away, picked up a pastry from the table, took a bite, and frowned disdainfully.
Mo Yi looked at her strangely, as if to say, aren't you afraid of being poisoned?
The pastry was too sweet; Meng Qianqian didn't like it. She simply opened the small brocade bag she always carried with her, took out a small jar of sour apricots, and started devouring them happily.
Mo Yi was utterly dumbfounded.
How could someone bring this along for a fight?
No, at that time, she was under Ayina's witchcraft, clearly being controlled...
Could it be...
This person, even when turned into a "puppet," doesn't forget to bring some snacks?
