While Yun Mengyao was mumbling to herself, her phone rang.
Duan Yiyi curiously looked at her, "A Holy Daughter like you still uses a phone?"
Yun Mengyao had a lot of issues with Duan Yiyi, ignored her, took out the phone, saw it was Qin Yi calling, and wanted to hang up immediately. But after thinking for a while, she still answered.
"What's up?"
Yun Mengyao's tone was not pleasant.
Qin Yi shook his head helplessly, "Is the only flaw of the Soul-devouring Demon after possession the eyes?"
"Yes."
"And can this flaw disappear under certain conditions?"
"Yes."
Qin Yi, helpless, "Would it kill you to say one more word?"
"It wouldn't kill me, but it would make me sick."
Qin Yi: "..."
It seems this woman is full of grievances against him.
"Yun Mengyao, I'm talking about serious business. This matter is very important, please be serious and temporarily put aside your prejudice against me."
