Mo Ye used a small bottle of Low-level Demon Blood to exchange for a month's residency in a commoner's house.
A month is enough time to wait for his coming-of-age ceremony.
"Master, I'm sorry you had to hear something you shouldn't have." Mo Ye said softly, "That Naxi, I will remember him."
Mo Ye's expression was calm, but when he mentioned Naxi, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
No matter what Naxi said about him, it didn't matter, but he inexplicably involved the Master.
This matter cannot just be let go.
Ye Wu reached out a paw and gently patted Mo Ye's hair to comfort him.
"It's a trivial matter."
"Don't mind it."
Mo Ye's gaze softened involuntarily, and the next moment, he suddenly asked, "Master, do you think the bodies of those male demons on the street are good?"
Ye Wu's expression froze for a moment, and she instinctively shook her head.
"Not good!"
Mo Ye nodded, "It seems Master seriously assessed them before coming to this conclusion."
Ye Wu: "???"
