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nYin Lin sneered and said coldly, “What a pity! You didn’t do it before.” She looked at Xu Zihan, a strong hatred grew in her eyes.

nSu Rong entered the intelligence center under Lou Yu charge with an uneasy mood. The minister of the center received him personally.

n“Master Su, what can I do for you?” Asked the minister politely.

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nSu Rong was silent for a moment and then said, “I want to check something.”

n“What would you like to know? I’ll get it done immediately.” The minister said without hesitation.

n“I wonder if Xu Zihan has ever been to the Hiding Dragon Realm and what his cold name was.” Su Rong felt nervous.

nThe minister quickly found the record, “The data of that year shows that Xu Zihan has been there, cold name Seven.”

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nSu Rong sipped his lips and trembled slightly. “I see. Well, what is the code name of Yin Feiquan?”

nThe minister made a quick inquiry and said, “It’s Forteen.”

nSu Rong closed his eyes. Mo Yi once called this name in his sleep.

nHe held his forehead. Perhaps what Zheng Xuan said was true. He and Mo Yi had already pledged to be with each other forever.

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n“Master Su, are you all right?” The minister looked at Su Rong’s pale face and asked anxiously.

nSu Rong shook his head and said lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m good.”

nHe closed his eyes. He once thought since Mo Yi’s believed Yin Feiquan had died and he would finally have a chance. Now, it seemed that the one who entered the Realm was not Yin Feiquan, but Zheng Xuan.

nWhy was it Zheng Xuan? Su Rong felt a strong feeling of powerlessness.

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nMo Yi was drinking one glass after another.

nSu Rong walked over to Mo Yi with a complicated expression and sat down beside him. “Yiyi, why do you indulge in alcohol again?”

nMo Yi held the glass with his slender fingers, and his drunken eyes were hazy. “I just want to. You know, alcohol is really a good thing. Get drunk to relieve my worries. With wine, nothing would bother you.”

nSu Rong smiled wryly and said, “Is that so? Then I’ll have some, too.”

nSu Rong opened the bottle cap, lifted the bottle and poured the wine directly into his throat. Pungent liquor immediately flowed into his stomach. He only felt that his courage grew much bigger after having been flushed by the alcohol.

n“Yiyi, what is bothering you?” Asked Su Rong lightly.

nMo Yi shook his glass, in which the scarlet liquor was swaying slightly. He leaned against the sofa and said in a confused way, “I thought the worst scenario is that he has been dead. It turns out that the fact that he is still alive is also so bothering.”

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nSu Rong forced a smile and took a bitter sip of the wine. “Yes, really borthering.” Everything would be all right only if he were that Yin Feiquan.

nMo Yi looked over at Su Rong, puzzled, “Rongrong, do you have something on your mind?”

nSu Rong seemed to have decided something. His voice trembled and he asked expectantly, “Yiyi, if he is so bothering you, will you consider me?”

nMo Yi paused and looked at Su Rong in surprise.

nWhile Su Rong was sipping his lips and looking intently at Mo Yi.

nBeing stared by Su Rong’s jet-black eyes, Mo Yi felt his heart skip a beat, “You?”

nSu Rong nodded, “Yeah. Yiyi, if you are disappointed with him, can you give me a chance?”

nMo Yi felt like something in his head exploded and the alcohol in his stomach dissipated a lot, “Su Rong, I’m sorry.”

nSu Rong smiled bitterly and squeezed a bright smile, “I was just kidding.”

nMo Yi did not know what to say, so he just poured wine into his mouth.

nWhen Mo Fei came out of the cultivation room, Mo Yi and Su Rong had already gotten drunk.

nMo Fei walked over and bent over to pick Mo Yi up.

nWhen his hands just touched Mo Yi, the other side yelled, “Fuck off.”

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nMo Fei was stunned. He looked at Mo Yi with puzzlement and listened to his curse, “Don’t you touch me. Don’t think you can do whatever you want as long as you’re Fourteen. Don’t be so proud of your high status. I don’t give it a ** who you are!”

nMo Fei breathed out a sigh of relief helplessly. He tried to hold up Mo Yi but the two were standing too close, which looked like they were kissing when looking from distance.

nLou Yu hurried down and said vigilantly, “Mo Fei, what are you doing?”

nMo Fei blinked, “He was drunk. I’m supporting him to go upstairs!”

nLou Yu blushed, “I saw you kissing.”

n“We’ve even been sleeping in the same bed. Why bother with a kiss?” Mo Fei said casually.

nThe complexion of Lou Yu suddenly became extremely gloomy. He had so much to say but did not know where to start, and his face turned red.

nMo Fei looked at Lou Yu with a triumphant smile and said proudly, “Just a joke.”

nLou Yu stared at Mo Fei and supported Mo Yi. “I’ll do it. He’s actually quite heavy.”

nBeing dragged by Lou Yu, Mo Yi threw up all over him. After a pause, he did it again to the poor man.

nThe whole body of Lou Yu was reeked due to Mo Yi. The latter walked away from Lou Yu with a face of disgust. Mo Fei seized the opportunity to support him from the behind.

nMo Fei shook his head, a face of regret, and said, “You said he was heavy, so he retaliated against you. How could you say that? He is obviously very light! Misfortune comes from the mouth. Got it?”

nMo Fei contemplated in his heart: It was a close call. Fortunately, the victim was Lou Yu. Otherwise, Mo Yi would have vomited on himself.

nLou Yu looked at Mo Fei in distress, “You don’t even sympathize with me.”

nMo Fei shrugged his shoulders, “Sympathy for you? Why should I do that? You asked for it.”

nLou Yu looked at Mo Fei ferociously.

nMo Fei was pinching his nose with one hand and Mo Yi with the other, “Go and wash, Yiyi vomits every time he sees you, I wonder if you’re…”

nBut looking at Lou Yu’s ever-darkened face, Mo Fei shut up.

nLou Yu’s face showed a complicated look seeing Su Rong lying on the sofa. With Zheng Xuan as his rival in love, the road ahead for Su Rong was worrying.

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