"How could you not go? Just sit here, heal your wounds, and then come to kill us?" Ye Jiu didn’t realize when it started, but she had already positioned herself and Sikong Mo as equals.
Qing Li, however, was still struggling fiercely. His emotions seemed extremely agitated, his chest aching severely as fresh blood flowed from his mouth again. However, the blood was a dark black color, a clear sign of poisoning.
Despite this, Qing Li still pleaded, "Please... don’t go!"
Not wanting to see Sikong, it wasn’t fear of death, but rather shame.
Qing Li didn’t know how he could face Sikong now.
Watching Qing Li in this state, Ye Jiu seemed to understand his heart, "Are you afraid of Young Master Sikong?"
But Qing Li kept repeating, "Please... don’t... go."
Ye Jiu didn’t want to listen to Qing Li, but suddenly another thought crossed her mind.
Looking at Su Ning, Ye Jiu’s lips curled slightly, "Su Ning, why don’t you go out first, I have a few words to discuss with this gentleman."
"And about the War King..." Su Ning said, glancing at Qing Li who was pleadingly looking at Ye Jiu.
Glancing at Qing Li, Ye Jiu said, "No need to inform the War King for now."
At the same time, Qing Li sighed in relief, lying weakly on the ground, a picture of desolation and resignation to his fate.
"Then... I shall take my leave, Master, please be careful," Su Ning bowed with his fists.
Ye Jiu nodded in acknowledgment.
She now had some martial arts skills. Under normal circumstances, Qing Li would certainly be no match for her.
But looking at him now?
Probably any person incapable of trussing a chicken could kill him, let alone herself, who had some martial arts at her disposal. Handling someone completely unable to resist was trivial.
Su Ning also knew of Ye Jiu’s capabilities, which is why he left so decisively.
No sooner had Su Ning left than Ye Jiu spoke, "Are you afraid to meet Sikong Mo? Afraid he will kill you?"
Qing Li made no movement.
"Your condition, isn’t it because you failed an assassination attempt on Sikong Mo and were dealt with by the organization?"
Qing Li still made no movement.
Ye Jiu pursed her lips, seeing that this fellow truly seemed to be courting death.
She couldn’t fathom what had transpired to bring him to such a state.
"Since you won’t speak, there’s nothing I can do. My pet brought you back here, and there was a girl with you. How about I hand both of you over to Sikong Mo? Surely, he would appreciate that gesture, wouldn’t he?" Ye Jiu said with a mock smile.
Then, Qing Li finally showed some reaction, "Don’t go, I beg... you!"
Knowing what Qing Li feared, Ye Jiu seized the moment to speak, "We don’t have to go, but I have one condition. If you agree to stay by my side and work for me, I won’t hand you both over to Sikong Mo. How about that?"
Qing Li grimaced with effort but nodded.
Being a physician himself, he knew the gravity of his injuries and the poisoning. Surviving would take nothing short of a miracle.
This little girl, she’s probably counting her chickens before they hatch!
But Qing Li didn’t know that with Ye Jiu, nothing was impossible.
"Very well," Ye Jiu smiled like a fox that had just stolen a hen.
She stood up, ran to the outer room, and when assured that Qing Li could not see her, she conjured a hood out of thin air.
Returning to him, she squatted in front of Qing Li. "I’m going to put this thing on your head, but you must completely obey me. Also, try not to resist when you make a sound inside it, or you’ll turn into an idiot, okay?"