"Ming Yue?"
When Mutou Bingyuan saw Ming Yue, it was as if he had found his savior. "Ming Yue, quickly, someone is trying to kill me," he said agitatedly. "Quick, take me somewhere safe, hurry..."
"Of course!"
A naive smile blossomed on Ming Yue's grimy face. She struggled to help Mutou Bingyuan up, supporting him as they entered a dark alley nearby.
Ming Yue realized his injuries were severe; he barely had the strength to walk on his own. His entire body relied on her support, a dead weight she had to half-drag along.
She asked, "Who's trying to kill you?"
Mutou Bingyuan certainly couldn't admit he had offended more than three thousand War Gods. If he said that, Ming Yue would likely drop him and run for her life.
So, he said, "I fell into Ye Xiu's trap. He ambushed me."
Ming Yue didn't believe him. She knew Ye Xiu. If this was really his plot, Mutou Bingyuan would never have had a chance to escape.
However, she didn't expose his lie. Instead, she pretended to believe him.
