No one answered.
His heart couldn't help but sink, and he thought to himself: Could it be that she wasn't the one locked in the secret room? Is everything all based on my own random imagination? Just because he missed her so much that he thought she was not dead but was rescued and brought back by her adoptive father
The hope in his eyes dimmed quickly, and he was extremely disappointed.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, he heard a familiar voice in the darkness.
"Little white-eyed wolf, what else are you doing here!"
The voice was clear and cold, like ice splashing jade, cold and emotionless, but hearing it in the ears of the Thousand-faced Young Master made him overjoyed.
"Girl Shen, you're not dead! It's really you!"
He cried out with joy. In his excitement, he no longer cared about the consequences. He took out the fire folding box from his arms and flashed it.
The light like a firefly was very weak, but it was enough for him to see clearly. There was a low couch in the corner of the secret room, and a girl was sitting on the couch. Her face was like snow, her eyes were black, and she was looking at her with cold eyes. Look at him.
"Yes, I didn't die. I didn't die in the mouth of a wild wolf. Are you disappointed when you see me?" Shen Ning's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.
But Qianmianzi was so happy that he didn't care whether she was being sarcastic or kind. He jumped up, rushed over and hugged her, shouting: "Great! You're not dead, you're not dead, that's great." "
He was so excited that he could only utter these two sentences over and over again.
Shen Ning said coldly: "Let me go." The voice was extremely cold, carrying an order that no one could refuse, and an indifference that could repel others thousands of miles away.
Young Master Qianmian was startled, and then he realized how abrupt his actions were. His face turned slightly red. Fortunately, in his excitement just now, the fire fold fell to the ground and was immediately extinguished, and darkness returned to the room. Shen Ning didn't see the embarrassment on his face.
He opened his arms and let her go, and took a step back. His heart was pounding non-stop, and his palms were full of sweat, for fear that this was all a dream.
"Girl Shen, you... why are you here?" He took a deep breath, calmed down, and then asked.
"Good question. I was just about to ask you, where is this? How did I get here?" Shen Ning said coldly again.
"You... you don't know?"
The Thousand-faced Young Master was stunned.
"Why should I know?" she asked.
Young Master Qianmian was stunned for a moment before replying: "This is Zixiao Pavilion."
"Purple Sky Pavilion?" Shen Ning exclaimed and said, "So this is Zixiao Pavilion. So, the guy in the wheelchair is the legendary and mysterious Master of Zixiao Pavilion, right?"
Young Master Qianmian blurted out: "That's my adoptive father, please show respect to him when you speak!"
"Respect?" Shen Ning smiled coldly, "Why should I respect him? Does he deserve it? Who do you think he is? He established this assassination organization. As long as you have money, you can buy your life. How many innocent people have died in your I despise you, but the person I hate more is him! He thinks he is the master of this world and can kill whoever he wants! How many people have died at the hands of you Zixiao Pavilion people over the years? ! Your hands are stained with the blood of many people, but you are not ashamed of it. Instead, you are ashamed and complacent. A leader who is full of sin has the nerve to ask for respect! "