Baili Jing raised his eyebrows unhurriedly. "Xi Muyun is our mutual enemy. I can't wait for him to disappear sooner. What little tricks could I possibly play?"
Zhong Lihan stared at him for a long while, but couldn't see anything unusual.
That only made him more wary.
"No, this isn't right. You're definitely trying to set me up. I'm not going."
Hmph, trying to set me up?
Not a chance.
Did you think I was still as impulsive as before?
"What a pity."
Baili Jing sighed.
"You're obviously plotting something again. Explain yourself."
He would feel bad if Xi Muyun wasn't killed, but if Xi Muyun was killed, he was worried.
Being stuck in this awkward position felt awful.
Baili Jing stopped beating around the bush. "You killed her senior brother, the disciple her father valued most. Think about it—would she be happy?"
"And what if she also likes Xi Muyun? If you kill Xi Muyun, won't she come to hate you?"
"Do you understand now?"
"Use your brain more in the future. Don't keep treating that huge thing on your neck like a decoration. Most importantly, don't drag me into this!"
Given their identities, Su Qiao would definitely find out eventually.
If she learned that his clone had killed Xi Muyun, she might pin the blame on him.
Although making her hate Zhong Lihan would benefit him, Baili Jing still didn't want to take that risk.
"Get lost! I don't need you lecturing me!"
Su Qiao had devoted herself entirely to her Spirit Field. She had already scattered the seeds and begun using magic to make it rain.
Baili Jing grabbed Zhong Lihan before he could say anything else. Only after Su Qiao had finished everything did he speak. "Wash your hands and come back to eat. I made