Jie Ling had been waiting for the masked woman in the hall. She was very nervous and her palms were sweating. At this time, the masked woman walked in from behind Jie Ling and followed the masked woman to her left.
"Master." Jie Ling lowered her head and called the masked woman respectfully.
"Well, Zhi, things are going well lately." The masked woman's expression was a bit serious, but her tone was light.
"Well...very good, very good. The master asked me to come back. Is there any task for Zhi to complete?" Jie Ling was a little scared after hearing the masked woman's words, so she asked tremblingly.
The masked woman walked up to Jie Ling, pulled her chin up, raised her head, and said playfully, "Yes, yes, but I just want to ask you something first."
"Um...master...what do you want...to ask?" Jie Ling stuttered.
The masked woman did not let go of her hand, still dragging Jie Ling's chin, and did not speak for a long time.
"Zhi, look at such a beautiful face. It would be a pity if it was disfigured, right, Zhi." The masked woman looked left and right at Jie Ling's face, and said this evilly
In one sentence, there was no hint of joking in his tone.
After Jie Ling heard this, she was startled, and her palms were getting more and more sweaty. She didn't understand what the masked woman meant when she said this, let alone what she was going to do to her.