"What do you mean, 'what'?" I asked deliberately.
"You... you..." Bei Luo no longer dared believe what she was seeing.
"Could this little girl have fallen under some kind of evil spell? She can only say 'you'? What a pity if someone so exquisite turned out to be an idiot!" Jian Beitang looked puzzled.
"You're quite exquisite yourself, aren't you?" I said with a smile.
"Haha, I love hearing that! Master, say it again!" Jian Beitang looked at me smugly.
"You're beautiful—far more so than before. You don't look the slightest bit like a prisoner should." I praised her.
"Oh my, I almost forgot I'm being held here! Look what excitement has done to me!" Jian Beitang was no ordinary ghost of the sword path.
"Do you want to get out?" I asked.
"Master, weren't you here to rescue me?" Jian Beitang immediately shot back.
"Of course. But I can't rule out the possibility that you don't want to leave." I sounded her out.
"Who wouldn't want to leave?! It's a long story. I just can't shake my old habits, so I was imprisoned here. Anyway, every so often, they throw some criminals in. If I kill them, I get good wine. But even if they personally gave me the wine, once I drank it, they'd still have to die." Jian Beitang was speechless.
"Isn't that a vicious cycle?" I said.
"But I just want to drink! Now that you're here, I'll definitely be able to leave, right? You must have a way, right?" Jian Beitang asked anxiously.
"It's not that there's no way. But wanting to get drunk without wanting to kill anyone—that does make things a little difficult..." I knew that once she drank too much, she would go on a killing spree.
Jian Beitang looked at me