"Has someone tampered with this hairpin?" Although it was a question, the tone was extremely certain.
Nangong Yu casually wiped the jade hairpin with one hand and said, "This is a tracking mark. The person who uses this mark needs to separate a part of his soul and attach it to the person he is tracking. As long as you still have this mark on your body, they can easily find you even if you are thousands of miles away. Xiyue, you are too careless."
He Xi's brows were gloomy, and he pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
Nangong Yu seemed to understand her confusion, and waved Qinglong to leave first before saying, "You don't seem to understand what you have done."
What did she do? She just saved someone on the street. Was there any need to make a fuss? She even had to use her soul to track her down? He Xi looked up at him blankly, with an inexplicably cute expression.
Nangong Yu smiled, and suddenly wanted to reach out and pinch her cheek. "As far as I know, in the entire Miluo Continent, only doctors of the eighth rank can reconnect broken tendons. An eighth rank doctor must be at least in the Nascent Soul stage. And in Jinling Country, many people don't even know that broken tendons can be healed. In other words, you, a mortal without spiritual power, cured a terminal illness in the eyes of others. Do you still think that this is no big deal?"
He Xi showed a look of surprise when she heard this. She really had no idea about the rank of doctors, but she knew that those in the Nascent Soul stage were definitely the top masters among warriors.
"But you are smart and didn't show your true face to others." Nangong Yu's scorching eyes swept over her beautiful face. "Tell me, if the Nalan family knew your ability, would they still abandon you in the other courtyard?"
He Xi's face instantly turned cold: "Your Highness Pluto, you are joking. I have nothing to do with the Nalan Mansion, never before and never in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly darkened. Nangong Yu leaned over without him noticing and gently put the jade hairpin back.
He Xi only felt a warm breath spraying on her face, which made her panic and she instinctively wanted to step back.
Her thin wrist was tightly held by a warm and large hand. Nangong Yu pulled her towards him a little, with an evil smile on his face and an unyielding pressure in his voice, "I said my name is Nangong Yu, you can call me Yu. Next time, if you call me His Majesty the Pluto..."
Nangong Yu hadn't finished his words when he saw He Xi frowning slightly. He loosened his grip, lifted up He Xi's sleeves, and suddenly saw the purple scars all over his arm.
An unprecedented sense of resentment surged in my heart, mixed with inexplicable regret and heartache.
The unfamiliar emotion made Nangong Yu frown. He bent his slender fingers and gently brushed across the scars. The hot and itchy feeling was like a feather gently brushing against his heart.
He Xi pulled his hand back abruptly, feeling awkward, and said coldly: "What do you want from me?"
Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly because he suddenly lost the soft and smooth touch of his hands: "Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?"
There are so many women in this world who would try their best to be with Nangong Yu, but this little girl actually dared to show an expression of disgust and alienation.
He Xi stood up and smiled coldly: "Your Majesty, the King of Hell, has a lot of things to do. I really don't dare to waste your precious time. Since you have nothing to tell me, I will leave first." (To be continued)