Mo Liancheng's eyes flickered, glancing at Qu Tan'er and swallowing some words. Qu Xiangtan, this name, Mo Liancheng had omitted. The person in front of him, whether in appearance or personality, couldn't overlap with the memories of the past.
What Mo Liancheng liked was the present; what he cherished was also the present.
Subconsciously, he also felt like he was merely a small Eighth Prince of Dongyue Country.
...
"Chengcheng, is that Mo Yifeng guy, ahem, really powerful?" Tch, how strong could he be? He was once captured by the Demon Emperor. Qu Tan'er thought, touching her nose. But that time, it wasn't because Mo Yifeng was weak; he fell into the Demon Emperor's trap while saving the Qu Clan's Clan Leader and got captured, really unjust for him.
Even Mo Yifeng had such a setback!
Mo Liancheng laughed, "If it really came to a fight, I might not beat him."
"Still can't beat him now?"
