Time rewound to one minute earlier.
Yun Ming and Leng Yulai looked at Ya Li and Lin Ming.
One was Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li.
The other was Lin Ming, the major financier Tang Hao was personally escorting, the person who had recently been stirring up storms across the continent.
Only six years old, yet stirring up storms-Yun Ming acknowledged him for that, but he was still a fool who did not know his own limits.
Yun Ming immediately fell into hesitation. He could not bear to seize Ya Li, but feared Lin Ming might not carry enough weight.
Just as he hesitated, Leng Yulai immediately spoke:
"Grab Ya Li!
Only by taking her will the fake Yun Ming and Guan Yue hesitate to strike for fear of breaking the vase while hitting the rat.
Only she carries enough weight. That brat is nothing."
"If we grab him, we might not be able to leave here.
Just because Ya Li is your wife, Guan Yue won't abandon her either. She'll compromise. Taking her is the safest choice."
Yun Ming did not answer immediately. Of course he knew taking Ya Li was the safest choice.
But they had shared years of marital affection. Even if they had never consummated their marriage, her companionship had been real, as had the help she had given him.
Whenever he thought of what the impostor had done to Ya Li during this time-no, the impostor's body was incomplete. He could not do it.
Thinking of it that way made him feel much better.
In any case, he would not take Ya Li away.
If he really brought her to the Holy Spirit Cult, Ya Li would be completely finished.
"Yun Ming, you really do still have her in your heart." Filled with jealousy, Leng Yulai