"Ranran, don't listen to him! Don't listen!"
Mo Beiyuan knew how painful it would be for Yun Ran when she heard this.
That was because he was in so much pain.
The pain was so sharp, so deep, and so heavy that it felt like a barbed rope was ruthlessly twisting his heart.
He hoped that he would be the only one to endure all this pain.
Looking at their increasingly painful and self-reproachful expressions, Wenren Ye knew that he had won. He had won so easily.
Just as everyone was still fighting, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky not far away. The black shadow gradually approached.
A large bird with green wings appeared in midair.
Right on the heels of that, everyone heard a milky voice coming from midair. "Father, Mother, Sweetcake is back! Brother! Grandfather! Sweetcake is back!"
"Sweetcake!"
"Sweetcake!"
"It's Sweetcake's voice!"
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