Thirty minutes later.
In the night, the Xiuluo Guard's courtyard was cold, with the plaque at the entrance forged from black iron.
The whole place exuded a chilling killing intent.
A pair of tender white hands waved: "Come, come, follow me, don't be shy, just make yourself at home."
Zhi'er happily walked into the Xiuluo Guard.
Behind her followed Bai Yaoyu, who appeared suspicious, and Fang Youzhen, who seemed nervous and uneasy.
The Xiu Luo Envoy at the door saw Zhi'er coming and hurriedly stepped up to greet her with respect.
The little one waved her hand and blinked her big eyes: "Is that person here?"
Several Xiu Luo Envoys glanced at each other.
Who?
They bowed in confusion and said: "Please, Your Highness, clarify who you are referring to."
Zhi'er pouted.
She was still angry, refusing to say his name first!
The little one turned to the side, grumbling: "You know, that annoying guy who never appreciates the good deeds of others!"
