Mo Yi was about to burst with anger.
And such internal injuries were of no benefit to his evil skills.
"Mo Yi."
Ayimulan spoke again.
This time, her tone contained a clear severity.
Mo Yi promptly suppressed the anger that had been stirred within him.
Meng Lang knew when to stop and didn't really anger this Loulan expert.
He continued eating peaches.
Suddenly remembering something, he extended the half-eaten peach in his hand to Meng Qianqian, "Want some?"
Meng Qianqian looked at the half-eaten crunchy peach with disdain, "What do you think?"
Meng Lang grunted, "Don't eat it then! I don't offer it to just anyone!"
Meng Qianqian chuckled, "Thanks a lot."
Meng Lang waved his hand, "You're welcome, it's just a peach, it's not like I can't afford it."
Mo Yi: "..."
Meng Lang seemed oblivious to Mo Yi's eyes, which were constantly threatening to attack him.
