Chen Feng didn't knock, he just barged into Zhuge Xiaoyu's room.
Zhuge Xiaoyu was lying in bed, fiddling with her phone. Seeing Chen Feng suddenly barge in, she quickly pulled over the blanket to cover her long legs.
"What are you doing?"
Zhuge Xiaoyu glared at Chen Feng.
"I have some questions for you."
Chen Feng sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Go ahead."
Said Zhuge Xiaoyu.
"There are already eighteen of them, each with a mole in the same place, representing their identity. Are you the nineteenth one? I don't believe it."
Inside Chen Feng, Mana was already boiling.
If he discovered any hint of trickery, he would immediately take action.
Zhuge Xiaoyu froze for a moment, then said, "I also have a mole, but I'm not the same as them. I've said this before. When they fell that year, their Primordial Spirits turned into eighteen trails, but a drop of essence blood was left. I am the transformation of that drop of essence blood."
"I want to see your mole."
