Tower Master Luochen heard Yun Chujiu’s words and was stunned for a moment. Then, he threw his head back and laughed, “Not worthy? An Enemy? An enemy that won’t rest until one of us dies? Little Jiu, do you really think so of me? Are you really going to ignore my feelings for you?”
Yun Chujiu’s face was ice-cold, and her voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all, “Feelings? There’s only hatred between us. Between Us, it’s either you or me! Are you going to let us go now, or do I have to kill you and force you to leave?”
Tower Master Luochen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Yun Chujiu’s coldness was worse than killing him. He felt that everything was meaningless, and the only light in his life was about to disappear.
Yun chujiu looked at Tower Master Luochen, who was spitting out blood, and her eyes didn’t have the slightest ripple. She only asked Puppet No. 4 to carry di beiming, then turned and walked towards the direction of the valley’s exit.