"You have no chance, he is mine!"
Jiang Li was instantly jolted awake by Mu Qingge's words, staring at her with wide-eyed disbelief.
What did Mu Qingge just say?
Was there something wrong with her ears? Did she hear or understand incorrectly?
At this moment, Mu Qingge seemed to her like a child who just learned to walk, boasting about becoming the number one master in the world.
Mu Qingge ignored her shock and scrutiny, still looking at Si Mo's phantom, her clear eyes filled with only him.
Jiang Li took a few deep breaths, quietly saying: 'Uh, I was just using a metaphor, you know? The Holy King is not someone that us mortals can long for. That Lan Feiyue is looking to die without knowing it, so don't you do something foolish too.'
Jiang Li's golden eyes revealed a sense of horror.
After all, what Mu Qingge said wasn't about serving the Holy King, but rather... 'He is mine.' How could she say such arrogant and shameless words?
