Xue Wuji saw that Yun Chujiu had not moved for a long time, so he slammed the table again. "Little Sister Jiu, are you lying to me? Where's the birthday present? You've made me so sad! You've been lying to me all this time! You've never told me the truth!
"HMPH! Not only you, but everyone else wouldn't tell me the truth! You're right! I'm the Young Master of the Blood Demon sect. People are either afraid of me or they will flatter me. Furthermore, their flattery isn't as good as yours. The moment you hear it, you'll know that it's a lie! Let me tell you, I've never been afraid of Di Beiming! I'm just jealous of him!
"The only thing that makes him stronger than me is that he has a mother! And he saved her himself! But I couldn't save my mother! That's why I'm jealous of him! I want to be stronger than him! Yes! And you! I want to snatch you from his hands too!" Xue Wuji was obviously drunk, and he spoke the truest and most secret words in his heart.
