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The scene immediately fell into silence.

The maids standing beside Molda all looked at Ink Mist in silence. Anxiety and fear intertwined on his face.

However, no one said it out loud.

Within the Bright Moon Tower, Molda was the ruler of life and death.

No one was allowed to interrupt his questions until he was allowed to do so.

"Speak," said Morda, raising his face slightly, with one hand on the back of the chair, and looking up at the rising Ink Mist. His eyes were even a little hazy, as if he still hadn't woken up yet. However, if one looked closely, they would see that the pair of dark brown eyes were merely hidden beneath the drooping eyelids. A thought that no one could explain flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He just looked at her in that deep way. "49, did you think that Yin Ling served me before?"

"Is that so?" Ink Yan lifted her eyes and asked instead of answering. What is the general going to do with those who refuse to be loyal to you? "

Morda raised his eyebrows, and the meaning of his words revolved around the puzzlement of the chicken and the duck.

"I'm just asking about you rejecting Yin Ling. Why did you say you're loyal to me?"

"Yin Zhong is only a lowly servant girl. It is normal for her to reject me, so there is no need for the general to stand up for her. However, the general had hinted that the silver bell was a token of your goodwill. My rejection of the silver bell was a sign of my refusal to accept your kindness. In other words, they are unwilling to be loyal. "

"So you know you don't want to be loyal to me?" After saying that, his eyes turned cold, and an invisible pressure pressed down on Mo Yan's shoulder!

However, at this moment!

"Not really." Ink Yan gently shook her head, and voluntarily met Molda's eyes.

Her eyes were as calm as those in the Beast Battling Arena. There was not a single ripple in her eyes. The words' loyalty 'could not contain any other impurities. Her tone was the same as a man's, full of confidence. With just a simple sentence, she would be able to stir up different reactions.

"General, you just used the wrong method!" You used the wrong way, so 49 had to refuse to accept your favor! "But that doesn't mean that I don't want to be loyal to you!"

Molda's expression changed slightly, his expression still as cold as before.

"You are quite bold!"

How dare he criticize someone for using the wrong method in front of a superior? If this wasn't being arrogant, then his brain had been pinched against the door!

However, it was no longer the first day that Ink Flame and Molda had interacted!

Just as Molda was about to say something, she shouted out loudly that all the servants' courage had come from the favor of a general!

"If the general doesn't believe me!"

As he was speaking, he took off the dagger from his leg, placed the hilt of the blade into Molda's hand, and pointed the sharp blade towards his heart. "General, you can take out my heart first and see what color it is!"

Ink Yan had the same thought at that time!

She would bet! Apart from being a good pervert, this Molda, who he had not dealt with for the first time in his life, was also a talented foreign general! Compared to the displeasure of not being loyal to him, he was more enjoying the wonderful process of taming a talent!

After that, they waited for almost half a minute. The atmosphere was so heavy that everyone present was on the verge of suffocating.

The corners of Molda's mouth lifted, and he let go of the dagger with a flip of his hand.

Clang!

The crisp sound of metal hitting jade was like a key to a puzzle, instantly waking everyone's eyes. Everyone's eyes instantly fell on Mo Yan, who was half a child kneeling on the ground.

Although he was on his knees, his face was raised high, and he was looking straight at the fierce and majestic Morda, as adoring as the moon goddess of Tengger, believing unconditionally, admiring unconditionally, waiting for no limit.

Until the will of the gods descended.

Mo Da suddenly retracted his killing intent, and with a face full of spring wind, he propped up Ink Yan, his tone filled with unprecedented certainty.

"This general is a connoisseur, there's no need to dig hearts out to see!"

"Now, 49, I'm willing to give you a chance to explain to me exactly why I treated you wrongly."