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Ye Zixuan glanced arrogantly at Mo Junlin's perpetually icy face and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of him at all. Bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. I'm not someone who's easily intimidated!"

"Besides, he was the one who acted inhumanely first, and I haven't even settled the score with him yet." As she spoke, she suddenly realized something, her undisguised gaze falling on Mo Junlin, and she touched her chin, shaking her head with a hint of inquiry.

"No, something's not right, Ali. Your room is locked, isn't it? It's not easy to get in. So how did this guy get in last night?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zixuan saw purple lightning crackling on Mo Junlin's large, well-defined hands. Now there was nothing he couldn't understand. He was instantly enraged, took two large strides to Mo Junlin's side, and threw a punch:

"Fine, you despicable, shameless, and vile bastard, you actually used superpowers! Let's see how I deal with you! If I don't beat you until you call me daddy today, I'll..."

"Cough, cough..."

Before Ye Zixuan could finish his harsh words or land his hard fist, he instantly transformed into a coal-covered figure with an afro, white smoke billowing from his mouth, and a face blackened with soot. Just before falling to the ground, he glared at him resentfully, extending a trembling finger and saying:

"You, you, you have no martial ethics!"

Mo Li sighed, rubbing her forehead. She couldn't bear to watch. She shook her head, then found it somewhat amusing. Suppressing the urge to laugh, she reached out to help Ye Zixuan up, giving him a disapproving glare.

"What did I say? This is called not listening to my advice and suffering the consequences."

Ye Zixuan stretched out his dark arms, his face full of grievance: "Ali, he bullied me, I need a hug to feel better."

"You brought this on yourself, kid. You're too young. Remember, impulsiveness is the devil. Look at yourself now, how childish are you?"

Despite saying that, she couldn't stop herself from helping him up. After all, no one is without feelings, and over the days they'd spent together, there was still some affection between them as dining buddies.

Mo Junlin stepped forward and roughly grabbed Ye Zixuan by the collar, lifting the 1.86-meter-tall, sturdy boy up like a chick. This made Ye Zixuan feel extremely humiliated, and he instinctively twisted and struggled, which only made his movements look more ridiculous.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Mo Li couldn't help but laugh out loud, which was rather unkind. Just imagine how funny it would be if "a black charcoal stick" transformed into a little chick and tried to break free of its restraints in various ways, only to find that it was all in vain!

What angered Ye Zixuan even more was that Mo Junlin actually looked down on him, only using his index finger and thumb to stick a tiny bit of his collar. It was so damn bullying!

Ye Zixuan nearly ground his back teeth to powder, and shouted angrily, word by word:

"Mo, Jun, Lin, you, grandson, little, master, I, am, not, finished, with you."

Mo Li suddenly recalled a line from many classic male protagonist wish-fulfillment novels, and leaned closer to Ye Zixuan, saying jokingly:

"Actually, at this time you should shout 'Thirty years east of the river, forty years west of the river, never underestimate a young person's potential!' As for the later 'never underestimate a middle-aged person' or 'never underestimate an elderly person', let's not go into that. In this situation, just don't break the good kid down."

As Mo Li had hoped, Ye Zixuan uttered those words, only to be met with Mo Junlin's cold reply: "Give you a hundred years, and you think you can bridge the gap in strength?"

Ye Zixuan completely lost his temper at this moment, shouting loudly:

"Ah, ah, Mo Junlin, if you have the guts, let me go. I'm telling you, don't be so arrogant. Who knows who's stronger?" As he spoke, he increased the intensity of his struggle.

The next moment------

With a cold, disdainful "Heh," Mo Junlin uttered a "Bang!" followed by a casual "thud," and Ye Zixuan was once again tossed to the ground by him with obvious contempt.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts! This is inhuman!" She looked up at Mo Li with a pitiful expression, her eyes misting over with tears. "Ah Li, you saw it, didn't you? How cruel he is! Living with someone like that means being tortured a thousand times a day. Luckily, it was me who suffered this time. If it were you, weak and unable to take care of yourself, I don't even want to think about what would have happened!"

Mo Li's heart fluttered as she listened to his gaze. She couldn't resist it. People say that it's hard to resist a tough guy turning into a sweetheart, but she felt that a handsome young man was the hardest to resist. Her heart stirred.

"Amitabha Buddha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

Offering some comfort wouldn't hurt, so I reached out and helped him up, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

"It was really wrong of us to see the child so upset. We should turn our grief into appetite and eat our fill. Once we have the energy, we can work harder on our training and try to leave him behind as soon as possible."

Although Ye Zixuan was quite confused by some of the words Mo Li used, the phrase "eat to his heart's content" kept swirling in his mind. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yeah, okay, hehe, Ali is still the best to me!"

Mo Junlin stared at him: He was talking to himself while looking like a ghost, and he had no self-awareness as he moved closer to Mo Li. He was about to get close to her, so she quickly reached out and pulled him away to a safe distance of five steps.

Ye Zixuan was completely bewildered and confused. She felt as if she hadn't even felt anything before she was thrown away from Ali. She stretched out her hand and cried out in anguish:

"No, Ali, I don't want to be separated from you. Please drive this demon away, he's going to kill me."

Mo Junlin glanced at him coldly: "Weakness is your original sin. You're not ambitious and just waste your days playing around. Your abilities are only limited to words. Can you protect her?"

Ye Zixuan was truly devastated. He felt as if several small ice arrows had been shot into his chest. All he wanted to do now was find a corner to face the wall and reflect on his mistakes, preferably with a dark cloud floating overhead so he could be baptized by a storm.

Mo Li looked at his drooping head and sighed softly. For some reason, a somewhat childish remark slipped out: "Young man, you can freely express your youth and sweat. You still have a chance, and you shouldn't be easily defeated. Keep going, young man, charge forward with all your might. I believe in you!"

Oh my god, after saying those words, she was so embarrassed. Good heavens, she didn't even know what she said. But when Ye Zixuan heard her words, he suddenly shone brightly, his eyes sparkling, and he was as dazzling as the sun in the sky!

"Yes, yes, Ali, I will definitely not let you down." She glared at Mo Junlin fiercely, "Hmph, your smugness is only temporary."

Mo Junlin ignored his words completely, not even glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, and instead looked at Mo Li:

"The situation last night was urgent and not my intention. It was my oversight that I couldn't leave a message this morning. I will correct it in the future. I hope you understand this time. As for the Goddess of War, I will handle it."

Ye Zixuan had already walked over and stood between him and Mo Li, waving his hand:

"No, please don't solve it. The Goddess of War is the object of desire for countless interstellar men. You should be secretly happy to have been hit by such incredible luck. Besides, Ali thinks so too, right?"

Mo Junlin's deep, abyss-like eyes stared straight at her, as if he were seriously waiting for her answer. Mo Li just wanted to change the subject. If she really answered "yes" to his current state, she wondered if grass would grow on her grave by this time next year.

"Let's not talk about anything else. Everyone, just get on with your own business. I'm sleepy, so don't bother me unless it's important." With that, she quickly turned and opened her bedroom door, slipped inside, and then peeked out, pointing a finger at them with a warning tone:

"You are not allowed to use your superpowers to open my bedroom door without my permission again, or I will not let you off the hook!"