Wearing a Mo Jiuli face, Mo Jiuqi coldly looked at Xue Yang and Xinshu. Especially when she discovered that their appearances were no worse than her own, she naturally felt a sense of rejection...
Moreover, since entering the Secret Realm, her luck had been terrible. Even when she entered the Black Pavilion earlier, she hadn't obtained any treasure...
Afterward, she separated from Xie Luo. Although she didn't particularly like him, he was her only support right now. Without him, she wouldn't even know how to leave the Lingtian Continent. If she couldn't leave within half a year, her body would explode and die, which was something she couldn't bear! She had only recently gained her current strength and didn't want to die like this...
It was precisely because of such misfortunes that Mo Jiuqi's mood had reached its lowest point. So when she encountered those disciples just now, the white-clothed man she had killed tried to tease her. How could she not send him to his death...
