"Mo Yushan, shut your damn mouth, or I'll tear you apart!" Shen Yifeng couldn't take it anymore and scolded him with a cold expression.
"I'm not wrong. Everyone knows that Shen Yaowei was just betrothed to His Highness Li, but His Highness Li died in the ghost race's terrtory. If she didn't jinx him to death, what else could it be? Shen Yaowei, you dragged His Highness Li down and burdened him into a tragic death. How dare you live? If I were you, I might as well kill myself." Mo Yushan sneered arrogantly. He sized up Shen Yaowei and continued to smile. "However, it's useless for you to follow His Highness Li. After all, no one in the world will like a jinx like you."
"Yaoyao, don't stop me. I'll definitely tear open his damn mouth today!" Shen Yifeng gritted his teeth and forced these words out of his mouth. He looked at Shen Yaowei, who was stopping him, in disbelief. "Yaoyao, you can even tolerate this?"
