"You can't hear me when I talk to you. I really don't understand why I want to find such a personal maid to ask for trouble." Yang Yumo muttered these words. If he thought I couldn't hear him, then
Is he talking to himself?
Since his Qinggong was so good, why didn't he just lift me up in his hands and carry me to Yumoxuan? I remember that his favorite thing to do was to use his excellent Qinggong, and he would lift me up like a broken doll.
Hands to destination.
This time, he simply didn't look at me, took my hand and walked forward.
The Yu Renmeng was silent that night, with only the occasional sound of drums beating into my heart.
Fortunately, I am a normal person. How sad would it be if people with disabilities could only see, hear, and speak?
"Ping'er, I doubt you because you look like an old friend of mine. Since you have impairments in hearing and speech, then if I cut the base of your tongue and stomp on your ears, the result will be the same. I'm thinking
, Do you want to do this?" Suddenly, Yang Yumo turned back and looked straight at me.
He was looking at my expression with scorching eyes. Even if I blocked all my inner strength, I knew how scorching his eyes were at this moment. It looked extremely terrifying.
When I heard what he said, I was very scared. For a moment, I quickly became calm again. Yang Yumo is an activist. If he wants to attack this person, he will never say hello to this person in advance.
So I knew he was just testing my reaction.
It's a pity that I still know a little bit about him. I know that he is testing my reaction now.
He told me clearly that I resembled an old friend of his. Needless to say, that old friend was Pei Qian.
Why does he know that I am that old friend when I disguise myself as someone? How could this happen? I think that although my disguise skills are not the best in the world, they are not bad.
However, he admires Yumo and always lets me know that no matter how I dress up, I can't escape his eyes. This makes me very worried.
He didn't see anything on my face. After a while, he chuckled, and his laughter was as pleasant as water. Then, he tapped my head and said, "How can you, a deaf-mute girl, be that witch?"
After that, he walked forward. This time, he didn't hold my hand, and he walked forward without looking back.
I was stunned in place, not knowing whether to follow Yumo. After all, I was his personal maid. If he hadn't given the order, could I have gone back to my house and slept peacefully?