Qiao Mu turned around apathetically and glanced at him.
She waved her hand lightly, and she brushed away all the active talismans debuffing Mu Xingchen.
The fire meteor fire shower overhead also slowly dissipated. A remnant pressure remained in the sky, proving that everything just now was not their imagination.
“Miss. How has the Mu Clan offended Miss? Could you tell me?”
“Brother!” Mu Rouyi was nearly about to go crazy.
Her brother’s persistence today seemed to be extremely out of the ordinary!
He clearly knew that the girl was antagonistic toward their Mu Clan, yet he still insisted on entangling himself with her.
Qiao Mu’s gaze shot toward him like lightning. “Scram!”
The white snakelet on her wrist darted out. It promptly turned a circle in the sky and transformed into a ferocious serpent that was even more humongous than the mountain range.
A flick of its tail created a deafening rumble.
Half of the hilltop got spooked by that terrifying tremor.
The small spiritual beasts inside the forest dropped to the ground while shielding their heads and trembling.
With the ancient great void serpent’s formidable pressure shrouding the entire hilltop, no spiritual beast dared act rashly.
Mu Rouyi fell on her butt in shock.
She looked up and saw that the burly men from Kuangzhan were also crouching on the ground in fear. They watched the scene before them in horror.
That serpent had coiled its gigantic body as it floated in mid-air.
The end of its long tail hung down and gently wrapped around the young girl. She was so small in front of the huge serpent that it was easy to overlook her, yet it was this aloof and merciless young girl that was looking at them coldly across a deep rift.
The serpent had split open a bottomless rift from left to right in this hill with a slap of its tail.
They would truly be on the verge of tears if any of them accidentally fell inside.
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Mo Lian walked up slowly and peered down at the deep rift. He also looked up at the perplexed Mu Xingchen and let out a long sigh.
The conflict between Qiaoqiao and the Mu Clan was just like this rift separating them. It was so entrenched that they could not cross it.
Mu Xingchen did not know why his heart hurt so badly when he saw the little lady’s chilly and unfeeling stoic face, as well as her frosty eyes.
“You should leave.” Mo Lian told Mu Xingchen this before walking up to Qiao Mu and grasping her petite hands that were chilled to the bone.
A warm current entered her palms through his.
Qiao Mu’s heart stirred. She turned to look up at him, and met his eyes that were as deep as the dark night.
“Do you want to eat osmanthus candy?” Mo Lian took out a square tin and shook it in front of her.
“I’m not a child.” Qiao Mu mumbled as he stuffed a small piece of osmanthus candy in her mouth.
“How is it? Not bad, right.” Mo Lian held her petite hand with a smile. He walked to Zou Huan and the others, who were frozen in place.
That serpent gazed icily at Mu Xingchen for a moment before promptly transforming into a white snakelet and flying back to Qiao Mu’s wrist.
“It’s sweet.” The little fellow wrinkled her nose.
Mo Lian poked her petite face. “Of course it’s sweet. Because I had put my entire heart and soul full of blessings into making this osmanthus candy.”
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