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Mo Jue, keeping to his axiom of silence is gold, looked at Ye Wei quietly. For some reason, he slightly frowned and seemed extremely displeased. If Ye Wei did not see him wrongly, a slight rage flashed through his eyes so gently that it seemed that one had seen things wrongly.

As he looked at her from top to bottom with a casual gaze, he frowned even more, his lips forming a straight line. It was Ye Wei who was warning herself not to second-guess his emotions, and she could clearly feel Mo Jue's rage.

Why?

He was always calm and his emotions rarely fluctuated. While she was able to often send him into a rage, did she have to be proud about it? Ye Wei mocked herself but quietly took a few steps back. The woman in black was also suspicious but was stopped by Eleven. She looked at them, aghast.