Memories of the mysterious clan of slaughter

Jack actually retorted. He looked at mu Yuan's sincere eyes and thought of an animal, a moth. Like a moth darting into the fire, he would not hesitate to do so. Even if he lost his life, he did not care. However, this kind of gaze actually made his heart, which was as hard as stone, become a bit more gentle.

"Alright!"

Mu Yuan was overjoyed. Jack's wavering was already great news to him. He did not dare to have excessive expectations that Jack would agree to everything at once. To be able to agree to such a thing, he was already quite happy in his heart. He had no other requests. They were still young, so there was no rush. As long as he had the heart, he would eventually reach perfection.