"You are very unhappy." Mu Zili directly pointed out her current mood. Doesn't he know what this girl is thinking?!
"Brother, I really can't hide anything from you." Mu Ziyi said with a bitter smile.
"Follow Qing'er. I believe her." Mu Zili looked at her seriously and said softly.
"But even Lan Xiu can't do anything... It's not that I don't believe her, I don't believe in myself..." Mu Ziyi said a little frustrated, her eyes full of helplessness.
"Xia Qingkong is a miracle, I believe in her." Lan also said at the side.
"Okay." Mu Ziyi reluctantly agreed, although she was still not confident.
At the same time, somewhere in China, an unusual conversation took place in a magnificent manor.
The gorgeous and magnificent villa was pitch dark, and the bright moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa into the hall, giving it a hazy sense of beauty.
In the darkest corner of the hall, a vague figure could be seen, leaning lazily on the sofa.
"Young Master." In the center of the hall, a embarrassed figure knelt down, his head hung low, and his body and voice were trembling.
The man called Young Master didn't seem to hear anyone calling him. His light blue eyes exuded a cold light, which looked extremely strange in this dark villa.
After a long time, a low and cold voice sounded, breaking the silence.
"Raise your head." The magnetic low voice had a hint of sexiness and laziness, but to someone it sounded like the voice of a devil.
"Yes..." The man kneeling on the floor raised his head obediently. Except for those eyes, no real face could be seen.
Even so, one could still tell that it was a woman, a disfigured woman.
"I never raise waste, did you know that?!" The man's tone rose slightly, becoming more and more dangerous.
"I know... I know..." The woman felt cruel and gritted her teeth.
This mission failed, and the worst thing that awaits her is death, but can the young master let her go so easily?!
But she remembered that in the past, anyone who failed a mission would be made worse than death...
"Tsk, tsk, it's really embarrassing. It's such a pity that you lost your good looks." The young master seemed to have a look of regret in his mouth, but his tone was downright cold.
"The mission failed, my subordinates are incompetent, let the young master do whatever he wants." The woman knelt lower, her voice was respectful and humble, with a hint of despair.
"Do you know why I tried so hard to bring you back from under the nose of Haruto Japan?!" The young master did not answer, but changed the topic.
"I would venture to guess that, firstly, because I was born as the young master and died as the master's fault, I naturally cannot die in the hands of others. Secondly, the young master gave Harumen a severe blow by taking him away from him.
A slap in the face." The woman whispered, but her heart was pounding and she couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking.
"You're a smart guy. I'll give you a chance to explain why you failed." The young master chuckled, with an indescribable sex appeal.
"Everything went smoothly because of one person." When the woman mentioned that person, she was filled with unspeakable hatred and viciousness.
"Oh?" The young master raised his eyebrows with interest.
"Xia Qingkong. My subordinates guess that there is a 90% chance that this person is the leader of the Qing Clan!" the woman gritted her teeth.
