"I said I couldn't get it."
"No matter what means you use, whether it's selling yourself, begging anyone you can, or kneeling to someone, you must get it!"
"Heh."
Unexpectedly, Yun Ke laughed, "We are indeed no match for Lord Si Motu, and I know you want to kill me like you'd kill a chicken, but as a Witch, I have the dignity of a Witch! You can kill me, but don't think of insulting me! I, Yun Ke, have never been a Witch who's afraid to die!"
Looking at the increasingly defiant Yun Ke, Xilan felt a jolt of unease in his heart—now he's met a real tough opponent!
As he was thinking of other solutions, Lord Si Motu, who had been quietly listening on the side, suddenly took something out from his sleeve.
He slapped it onto Yun Ke's face.
The proud and fierce Witch was about to shout in anger, but when that exquisite black-gold color reflected in her pupils, her firm and proud expression gradually melted.
