"How could you not go? Just sit here, heal your wounds, and then come to kill us?" Ye Jiu didn't realize when it started, but she had already positioned herself and Sikong Mo as equals.
Qing Li, however, was still struggling fiercely. His emotions seemed extremely agitated, his chest aching severely as fresh blood flowed from his mouth again. However, the blood was a dark black color, a clear sign of poisoning.
Despite this, Qing Li still pleaded, "Please… don't go!"
Not wanting to see Sikong, it wasn't fear of death, but rather shame.
Qing Li didn't know how he could face Sikong now.
Watching Qing Li in this state, Ye Jiu seemed to understand his heart, "Are you afraid of Young Master Sikong?"
But Qing Li kept repeating, "Please… don't… go."
Ye Jiu didn't want to listen to Qing Li, but suddenly another thought crossed her mind.
Looking at Su Ning, Ye Jiu's lips curled slightly, "Su Ning, why don't you go out first, I have a few words to discuss with this gentleman."
