This time Mo Lin truly can't clear his name, even if he jumps into the Yellow River.
"I previously encountered someone just like me; it was he who gave me the Nanming Li Fire.
I didn't tell you before because I felt this matter was rather difficult to explain clearly." Saying these words, Mo Lin's heart turned ashen.
These words, even dogs would shake their heads hearing them, Mo Lin himself found them quite magical.
No matter how it's heard, it's fake.
Indeed, Nanming Yueye's frown deepened.
"You're still spouting nonsense here, you liar, do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?" Nanming Yueye shouted angrily.
If Mo Lin were to tell the truth, she might have calmed down a bit.
But seeing Mo Lin still babbling nonsense, Nanming Yueye, already angry, directly erupted.
The Red Tassel Spear in her hand aimed straight at Mo Lin.
Shadow after shadow of the spear flickered in front of Mo Lin.
Mo Lin dodged to the left, avoiding an attack.
