The Second Blade Emperor's self-inflicted wound remained horrifyingly conspicuous. Xiao Yao stood there with him, unable to suppress her unease.
"Should you... do something about that... wound?" She cautiously studied this man who had appeared before the house like a being descended from heaven and claimed to be her uncle.
Was he really close to her true mother?
He wanted to adopt me...
For the White Tiger Street girl, who possessed only a little over two years of memories, the sudden appearance of a relative left her at a loss as to how to respond.
How simple her world had once been.
Earn money, support her family, help Dragon Granny take revenge, and if she could eat at a restaurant once a week and enjoy a feast of dumplings stuffed with cheap spiritual meat, then she had something to look forward to.
Why am I thinking so much? There are already so many damn problems... Xiao Yao, don't be tempted. Mom is still waiting for you!
The girl quietly clenched her fists, steeling herself.
"No need." The Second Blade Emperor spoke without expression. "It'd only mean cutting it open again. This little injury is nothing."
Xiao Yao gave a dry laugh. She was very afraid of pain.
"This... this place is almost cleaned up." Xiao Yao thought for a moment. "Let's hurry to the next place. If we can't finish before dawn..."
Why had they been assigned this work?
Whenever she thought of that Black Shadow that had appeared before them, Xiao Yao couldn't help trembling... It was a figure completely shrouded in black smoke. They could only hear its voice. It seemed to be a woman who claimed to be the mansion's housekeeper.
When the Second Blade Emperor opened the door, he charged straight in without a word. And