"What are you laughing at?"
"I asked you what you're laughing at?!"
Long Yeyue bristled, furiously questioning Ji Fengyu and the others.
Yellow, yellow!
Two century soul rings appeared beneath her feet, and Luo Liupao was ready to attack at any moment.
Her lover's grave injuries had already shattered her reason.
If someone told her to kill herself and follow him in death right now, she would dare to do it!
Of course, she still would not dare attack Ji Fengyu. This was only an empty show of force.
"Sister Yue, the children don't know any better. There's no need to lower yourself to their level. I'll deal with them later."
Yun Ming remained perfectly calm as he stepped in front of Tang Wulin and Ji Fengyu.
"Fine, little Yun Ming. I'll give you this face."
Long Yeyue had only been bluffing to begin with. Since Yun Ming had offered her a way out, she immediately took it.
Long Yeyue had gotten angry, stayed angry for a moment, and then there was nothing more.
She was angry, not insane.
Yun Ming was wearing Four-Word Battle Armor and holding the Sky-Piercing Divine Spear, and he was giving her a way down. How could she not take it?
"Xinjie, what's going on?"
Long Yeyue lowered her head to look at Chen Xinjie and asked in distress.
"A bet is a bet. I lost."
Chen Xinjie closed his eyes, his heart numb, and said only those four words.
A bet is a bet. I lost!
He had lost.
His martial soul, his Battle Armor, his dignity—he had lost everything.
"A bet is a bet?"
"Then what about the plan?"
Long Yeyue immediately grew anxious.
What did that mean?
Could it be that Chen Xinjie's negotiations with Yun Ming had failed?
Then what about