"Ling Shoumo, if you have something to say, just say it. If you're here to find trouble, don't blame me for being rude to you."
Ming Sihan's tone wasn't friendly. His pupils shrank as he stared coldly at the man in front of him.
Hearing Ming Sihan's voice, Ling Shoumo finally looked at him, as if he had just noticed Ming Sihan.
Because from the beginning, his eyes were fixed on Mo Ruyue.
Her smile was as beautiful as a flower. The smile on her face would not lie.
She was living very well here.
"I came here to talk to you about something."
This time, he was not here for Mo Ruyue, but for the Blood Moon.
The immortal sects and the demon world needed to join forces to resist the evil.
"You still have something to discuss with me?" Ming Sihan laughed coldly.
"You really think too highly of me."
One had to know that the immortal sect and the demon world had never had any precedent for discussing matters before.
