"Master, will this seem to be despicable? Will it lose our Xuanmen face?"

When Li Daoran heard Ye Qingwu's words, he slowly reached out and touched Ye Qingwu's head, took off the grass ring that was built on his head, and said without emotion.

"In life, there is no such dignity! As the saying goes, if you keep the green mountains, you will not have to worry about burning firewood.

For the sake of your dignity in your heart, you ruined your life. Do you think this is worth it?

Of course, I’m not saying that dignity is not important, you can change your mind!

Isn’t there a saying that goes? It’s not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!

As long as your life is still there, can you still earn this dignity and face?

But your life is gone, but everything is gone! You know what I mean!"

Ye Qingwu's eyes were a little dull, and she listened quietly to Li Daoran's words, and the delicious food in her mouth felt the same as chewing wax.

As night fell, waves of darkness swallowed the light far away in the sky.

On this stone table, the little monk world of Ye Qingwu's fantasy is collapsing completely, and a new world with the thoughts of the master is slowly being built.

The cheerful and pleasant insects and birds cries came softly.

Three people on the stone table.
Chapter completed!