[To hell with his fearless attitude! That dog of a man can really put on an act!]
Yun Ran internally scoffed at him for a moment, casually plucking a wild grass, and used it to poke his hair.
"Hey, Nangong Mo, I advise you not to test my patience. Get up quickly, or I will really bury you alive!"
Nangong Mo glanced at the grass in her hand, his tone cool and slightly eerie, "Lin Wanyue, you know, my legs are crippled. I can't stand."
"And yet you press a cripple this way. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Yun Ran rolled her eyes at him, "Come on, I know you're faking it! I'm giving you a chance to admit it now, better seize it, or else..."
Nangong Mo lightly raised an eyebrow, with interest, "Or else what?"
Yun Ran let out a sinister smile, tearing the grass in her hand into two, "I'll show you what it means to be vicious in the martial world!"
"Alright, I'm quite interested in seeing that."
"..."
