Mo Ling'Er's pleading gasps traveled between the two large trees and fell clearly upon Zhao Rui's ears.
"…"
Zhao Rui froze for a moment, an awkward smile twitching at the corners of his lips.
'A misunderstanding. This is a complete misunderstanding.'
'I just wanted to practice the new Martial Arts I learned. I honestly don't have such filthy intentions.'
COUGH, COUGH!
Zhao Rui quickly stopped his Cultivation of the Witchcraft. Feigning ignorance, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
In the tree hollow on the other side, Mo Ling'Er felt the oppressive, domineering pressure on her Divine Soul Consciousness suddenly vanish. She instantly let out a sigh of relief.
Her entire body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
'That despicable, filthy rogue! If you dare try to force yourself on me, I'll… I'll bite off your…!'
The words died on her lips. Her heart pounded like a drum, a maelstrom of shock, fear, anger, and anxiety swirling within her.
