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Mo Ye's expression turned dark suddenly. His deep eyes were filled with sinister and his heavy gaze was locked on his brother's innocent face. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "Come here, little Jue!"

He sounded cold and stern like a demon and Mo Ye's eyes were as black as ink and as cold as frost.

Eleven held back her smile to observe the battle. Ye Wei's reaction was very fast. It seemed like a good play was about to start.

Mo Jue looked at Mo Ye before looking at Ye Wei. He raised his pink lips, looking confused. "Wifey…"

Ye Wei showed her wrist that was injured by Mo Jue. Although the wound caused by the steel lotus had healed, the cut had not fully closed up yet. Earlier on, Ye Wei had made her wound bleed in the blink of an eye and caused her blood to drip. She cried, "Marshmallow, your wife's wound has been bleeding for a month, and it's all because of him. It's so painful…"