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Shadow Blade half closed his eyes. After a while, he replied, "A word of advice, don't be such a busybody. Saving Zong Yue is not easy."

Faintly, Meng Fuyao mumbled, "Actually, I didn't really want to save the Mongolian doctor. That person is terrible, poison-mouthed, captious, and even a clean freak. The entire world is filthy, only he is pristine. I swear he is so immaculate to the point that he would wash the air more than three times if he could! Whoever's beside him would definitely feel like a pig that has rolled in a puddle of mud. I'm no masochist, why would I drag such a person around to torture myself?"

Shadow Blade glanced at her, those glassy eyes observed her closely. "But your actions show that you seem to be looking for torture."

Meng Fuyao ground her teeth in anger. "You two are polar opposites, but of all the things, you have to have that poisonous mouth of his; filled with thorns and venom."