Chapter 1921: Quarrel

“Mengxi —” Feng Liu held Dugu Mengxi’s handsome face in her hands and burst into tears.

“Mengxi, I don’t want to be parted from you. The Survival Team has the young lords and the seventh prince, and we may not lose. I can stay with this team, but…

“If we’re in two different teams, one of us is going to win, and the other is bound to lose… I don’t care if I die. I just want to be with you, Mengxi!”

Blood ran down Feng Liu’s wrist as she cried.

Hearing this, Feng Wu smiled a little. Feng Liu was so full of lies that Dugu Mengxi was probably the only one who still believed her.

As expected, Dugu Mengxi turned around and looked at Dugu Yamo with teary eyes. “Sister, Sister, please let us stay together! Please give your place to Liu!”

Dugu Yamo was astonished!

Dugu Mengxi held Feng Liu in his arms and knelt down, crying so hard that he trembled. “Sister, please. Please give your place to Liu. I’m begging you…”

Dugu Yamo was speechless.

That was probably the most hurtful thing she had ever heard. Even Feng Wu felt sorry for Dugu Yamo.

All she wanted was to protect her brother, but her brother was basically asking her to die for his woman.

“Dugu Mengxi, you —” Dugu Yamo stared at Dugu Mengxi, so angry that she didn’t know what to say.

When the others weren’t looking, Ranmil’s eyes glinted coldly.

She loved to see how people showed their true selves in a moment like this. How wonderful.

But she was forced to play this innocent girl in front of other people, which was very tiresome.

Crack!

Just then, the ground started to crack open.

Master Jue frowned and reminded them in a cold voice, “We don’t have much time left.”

Ranmil nodded and told Feng Liu, “If you don’t want to be on Feng Wu’s team, of course we can take you, but the places are limited. How about this? You and Dugu Yamo will draw lots, and the winner will be with us.”

Before they could say anything, Ranmil glanced at Sefiro.

She wouldn’t do such petty things, because that would only be belittling herself.

Sefiro took the hint, turned around, and soon produced two bamboo sticks of different lengths. She told Dugu Yamo and Feng Liu, “Pick one, then. The one with the longer stick can be on our team.”

The lucky draw would probably decide who lived and who died.

Dugu Yamo hesitated.

Feng Liu and Dugu Mengxi looked at each other and immediately walked up to Sefiro.

“Sister, I’ll do it for you.” Dugu Mengxi reached out.

“No, let me —”

But Dugu Mengxi had picked the stick before Dugu Yamo could finish her sentence.

“Now, let’s see what you got.” Sefiro was very curious.

“Sister, here’s your stick.” Dugu Mengxi showed it to Dugu Yamo.

…

With one look, they could tell who had picked the longer stick.

It was Feng Liu.

“Ahhh —”