Ming Sihan stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Ling Shoumo. He asked unhappily, "What? The dignified master of a mystic spirit actually liked to follow behind others like a dog?"
"Ming Sihan, don't be so harsh. I'm here to kill the living dead!"
Ling Shoumo's face darkened.
Seeing the two of them getting close, he felt unhappy.
Originally, Mo Ruyue should have been his woman.
Now, she could only watch Mo Ruyue and Ming Sihan get together.
Noticing that the atmosphere between the two of them was a little off, Mo Ruyue quickly stepped forward to stop the situation from developing in a more serious direction.
With the enemy in front of them, it was not good to have internal strife.
She held Ming Sihan's hand and said,"Master, let's go. We don't have to worry about him." "
Ming Sihan lowered his head and glanced at Mo Ruyue. He knew Mo Ruyue's painstaking efforts.
