"What?!"

Chu zhaoyue jumped up from the chair, and suddenly, over the eyelids, all the heavy sleepiness disappeared.

"what do you say?!"

Shang Muran shrugged his shoulders gently, took the tea at hand, took a sip, and said more softly: "you can hear it clearly, don't need me to repeat it again and again."

Chu zhaoyue stares at Shang Muran, grins and howls, "what kind of moon soul did you say for a long time, that witch clan, want to get from fighting, is renjueyu?"

"well." Shang Mo nodded his head leisurely and carefree, and made a sound of infinite indifference.

"how do you know that moon soul is the...