Hearing Mo Junyang’s words, Shi Qingxue knew that no matter what choice she made, he could control the situation.

So she nodded without hesitation.

Then she asked, “What’s another way?”

Mo Junyang casually threw the iron box to the ground and raised his hand to draw the long sword on Wei Ziye’s waist, slashing something with it.

Shi Qingxue watched Mo Junyang slash it, with her eyes widening in an instant.

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