Li Mo glanced over, "You wouldn't really go up to rescue her just because of what that girl said, would you?"
"With such devastating beauty, how could you bear to watch her beheaded above by a man with wolfish ambitions?" Ye Chen thought about how the girl was alone and helpless, very similar to himself. He fixed his eyes on her, and her eyes, filled with a murderous look, were fixed on Qiandu Xiang. It was clear she had something to say, yet she was unable to speak.
"She does have some devastating beauty, but compared to Guo Yuyun, she still falls short." Li Mo was the one who spoke.
Ye Chen slightly turned his head and cast a white glance at Li Mo.
Li Mo, pretending not to notice, quickly turned his face away, saying, "I'll go get the gunpowder."
Ye Chen really had no way of dealing with him. Li Mo now took great pleasure in reminding him at moments when he was about to forget, always at the most timely occasions, which was extremely annoying.
