Mo Sha saw Sima You Yue beaming happily, but she quickly put on a mask of nonchalance. The little bit of unhappiness that he felt just now completely vanished.
"What kind of benefit do you want?" He looked at her indifferently.
"Anything is fine, as long as it's something good." Sima You yue said, "However, it's best if it's some high ranking spirit martial art or a treasure that you encounter once in ten thousand year old or something like that. Hey, what are you doing?"
Mo Sha suddenly appeared in front of her before she finished speaking. Furthermore, his upper body and hand had materialised into a physical form.
He was holding on to her head, placing their foreheads together. With a charming voice he said, "Didn't you want some benefit? I'm giving you something good now."
"You call this something good? Let go of me!" Sima You Yue struggled twice before realising that she couldn't push him off.
