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"Go out and receive your punishment!" The sound of Di Mo Jiu's teeth chattering could be heard.

The face of the huge serpent changed. The ghostly wails and wolfish howls from Di Mo Jiu were all glared back by him, after which, he shut his mouth tightly, not daring to make another sound, knowing that he was in the wrong.

The Octadic Snake obediently walked out of the room, leaving behind only Di Mo Jiu and Jun Qiyan. Jun Qianyan uncomfortably moved backwards a few times, bit her lips, and softly said, "Can you go out for a bit? I'll change my clothes."

As yesterday's daughter doctrine was only in the water prison, the clothes that Jun Qiyan is now wearing are the clothes of the Baji Snake.

The girl's wide sleeves looked rather comical, just like a naughty child who had secretly worn the clothes of an adult.

In addition to the fact that she had just woken up, her beautiful figure was not completely covered by the cannon. Looking down at the girl's beautiful figure, it could be said that there was nothing that could be seen from a girl's point of view.

Di Mo Jiu's throat was slightly rolling, a weird look flashed in his eyes. Thinking of this scene, Di Mo Jiu's face flashed with a trace of disgust after the fight with the Baji Snake last night.

"I'm afraid that countless men have touched your body. I can't do much even if you have me." Di Mo Jiu said viciously, not realizing how hurtful his words were.

Jun Qiyan stood rooted to the spot, unable to believe that the words he had just spoken were actually spoken by Di Mo Jiu. His entire body began to tremble. Anger was written all over his pretty face, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Di Mo Jiu looked at Jun Qiyan's reaction, and his heart was getting more and more agitated. Did he say anything wrong? It's ridiculous to want to set up a memorial archway as a whore.

Di Mo Jiu did not know why, but he told her what was on his mind, "Don't build a memorial arch when you're a whore, it's disgusting."

Jun Qiyan was originally angry, but at this moment, his entire body was trembling with rage.

"Pah!"

A crisp sound exploded in the surroundings. Jun Qiyan clenched her fists tightly as she glared furiously at the person before her.

It took Di Mo Jiu a while to realize that he had been beaten up by this woman.

Di Mo Jiu had lived for so many years, and this was the first time he had been hit by a woman, and it was also the first time he had been slapped in the face!

This was something that Di Mo Jiu couldn't accept for a while.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed across Di Mo Jiu's eyes as he pressed Jun Qianyan against the wall beside him.

"I don't have the habit of not fighting with women."

Di Mo Jiu's eyes were rolling while his chest was rising and falling.

It was only then that Jun Qianyan realized what he had just done – he had actually slapped the Ninth Master in the face?!

Jun Qiyan's face paled as he recalled the extent of this man's grudge. He suddenly felt like he had nothing left to live for.

"What are you two doing?" Chu Ran walked in abruptly and looked coldly at Jun Qiyan, who was being forced down by Di Mo Jiu.

Once Di Mo Jiu saw who it was, he hurriedly let go of Jun Feiyan.

A hint of ridicule flashed across Jun Qianyan's mouth. Was this really the person who caught her in the act?

Chu Ran looked at the two in front of her. She didn't intend to ask further, but her expression betrayed his current mood.

Di Mo Jiu An was vexed over his actions.

"Report!"

Di Mo Jiu looked at this person with an unfriendly expression, but when he took a closer look, his expression couldn't help but change a few times.

One of the guards' arms had disappeared, and blood was still dripping from his wounds. He looked extremely frightening …

Chu Ran's face turned pale. She had received quite a few times of fear for her appearance, but Jun Qiyan, who was at the side, did not have any reaction to this. She had seen much more miserable situations than this.

Di Mo Jiu couldn't stop comforting Chu Ran; he slapped on the table and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"

That person's face was pale. He was sweating so much that he could barely hold on as he said to Di Mo Jiu, "There's a mysterious army outside. We can't hold on much longer."

"How is this possible?" Di Mo Jiu could only feel that the words spoken by the old man were rather absurd.

He was very clear on the toughness of his city wall, and as such, it was not an exaggeration to say that his city wall was made of steel.

That person's face was pale as he explained the situation.

"That is very respectful. I don't know what was placed on our walls, but it easily created holes in our walls. The army is about to attack."

Di Mo Jiu could not be bothered with Jun Qianyan anymore, he immediately turned around and walked out of the room.

Jun Qiyan gazed at the back view of Di Mo Jiu as he left, deep in thought. She too wanted to turn around and see what was going on.

However, they were stopped by Chu Ran.

"Who are you?" Chu Ran narrowed her eyes and looked at Jun Qiyan.

The first time he saw this woman, Ninth Master had already wanted to kill her. He had thought that the "people from there" would send him reinforcements, but now it didn't seem like it.

She didn't have the slightest bit of good will towards her love rival.

"Who am I to you has nothing to do with you? Miss Chu still had her sweetheart in her sights, so she didn't want me to make a fool of myself. These words are a complete provocation. "

Chu Ran raised her eyebrows as a flash of killing intent appeared in her eyes. She then raised her head and looked at Jun Qiyan, and saw that she had already disappeared without a trace.

Jun Qiyan came to Di Mo Jiu's side and was about to say something, but was cut off by Di Mo Jiu.

"What are you doing here?! Who allowed you to come?! "

Does this damned girl know what's going on right now? Do you think war is playing house?

Faced with Di Mo Jiu's scolding, Jun Qiyan felt wronged. She still maintained her stubborn attitude.

"Am I not coming here to wait for your trash to be destroyed by the enemy?"

Jun Qiyan was no less imposing than Di Mo Jiu, and there was a certain coldness in his eyes …