"Young Miss, how dare she doubt your teacher. Shall we kill her?"
Ma Qianzu gritted his teeth like a loyal dog.
"Shut up."
Li Ziqi reproached.
Ma Qianzu immediately stopped talking and just quietly squatted at the side.
"Are you trying to get a free massage?"
Sun Mo asked.
"Die!"
Gu Xiuxun rolled her eyes and did a pose as if she wanted to draw her sword and slash Sun Mo. However, this wasn't a bad idea. Not only could she enjoy it, but she could also discern if he was real.
(No, I mustn't let my future husband down. I mustn't show my body to Sun Mo anymore.)
"This is a very sharp question!"
Sun Mo sank into deep thought. It was true that he had no way to prove himself. "How do you think this copy is produced?"
"It must be because of a powerful secret treasure of darkness."
Gu Xiuxun wasn't surprised at all because in the Darkness Continent, except for reviving the dead, anything else was possible.
