บท 1147: The Assassins
บรรณาธิการ: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
"Your brother... why are you worried about your brother? That he will be overwhelmed by sorrow?" Mo Fan asked.
Zhao Manyan shook his head, "Forget it, we've just won the tournament. I shouldn't mention something like this to ruin the mood."
"Don't mention it, we grieve and celebrate when the time is right, even when the two are mixed up. There's no need to force your feelings," Mo Fan agreed.
"Do you mind giving me some time to think about it? I'll talk to you again once I clear my mind." It was obvious that Zhao Manyan was still bothered by some other things. As a matter of fact, he was still unsure about the truth.
"Alright, I'll be in my room, or Mu Ningxue's. Just come find me whenever you want," Mo Fan did not force him.
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