Jiu Mo sneered slightly: "What do you mean? Do you think I arranged this assassination? That's utterly ridiculous!"
Langya raised his eyebrows: "Of course not you. Now, the one who most hopes the Blood Parasol can survive is indeed you. You're not foolish enough to smash your own foot with a brick."
Jiu Mo gave a humph: "Don't be smug, there's a saying that without the lips, the teeth will feel cold. After dealing with me, do you think you'll be safe?"
...
Three days later, in a treehouse in the Bashe Forest, two people were playing a game of Go.
The One Holding White said: "Three days have passed, Ning Xiaoxian is still not out of the secret realm. What do you think, how likely is she to succeed?"
