Qi Yue quickly shifted his gaze from Wen Ting to the White Jiao and the Deep Sea Dark Snake, "Ah! What did you say?"
Wen Ting glared at him fiercely, inconspicuously twisting her small hand on his arm. Qi Yue's face froze, and the Silver Horn and Kylin Mirror in his hand disappeared at the same time. It wasn't because Wen Ting's twist was too cruel, but mainly because he felt that the fight with White Jiao seemed impossible.
The White Jiao hesitated somewhat and said, "No, I'm sorry, I can't become friends with you."
The Deep Sea Dark Snake seemed to have suffered a great blow, and his voice was full of sorrow, "Why? Why can't you give me a chance? Is it because I'm not handsome enough? Or because I'm not strong enough?"
"No, it's none of those," The White Jiao was slightly silent and even the water beneath him began to ripple.
"Then why is it? Even if you're condemning me to death, at least let me die understanding why," the Deep Sea Dark Snake exclaimed passionately.
