"You're not killing me now?" Lu Yunyi sneered, "Mo Batian, do you take me for a three-year-old? What, are you going to kill me as soon as I leave this room?"
"What do you want?" Mo Huasong asked.
"I want you to swear an oath to the martial arts right now that you will never kill me. Then I will give you this Nine-leaf Sun Grass," Lu Yunyi shouted.
Mo Huasong's face changed, Lu Yunyi's demand was too much.
He didn't know what was going on; he had always been looking for the Nine-leaf Sun Grass but couldn't find it.
He hadn't expected that Lu Yunyi actually would be able to find it, which also counted as her good fortune.
To save Mu Fanxuan, should he just let Lu Yunyi go? Mo Huasong felt reluctant in his heart.
