"Speak!" Thinking that Song Qingshu might be in mortal danger, Zhou Zhiruo immediately grew anxious.
"Cough, cough..." Tang Saier was choking from her grip and hurriedly pointed at the hand around her neck. "Let go of me first, then I'll talk."
Zhou Zhiruo snorted. "If you dare play any more tricks, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Even so, she released her hand.
Tang Saier gulped down several breaths of fresh air before saying, "I can tell you, but you have to unseal my acupoints first."
"No! But I can promise to release you after you tell us." Zhou Zhiruo flatly refused. Beside her, Zhao Min unusually agreed with her judgment.
Biting her lip, Tang Saier said, "If you don't unseal my acupoints, then if you go back on your word afterward, I won't have the slightest ability to resist. I'm not that foolish."
"You have no choice. You can only trust me." Zhou Zhiruo unconsciously flexed her fingers. The reason she would not agree was that Tang Saier's martial arts were too formidable, and she was too cunning. Zhou Zhiruo had no confidence that she could still control her after unsealing her acupoints.
Noticing the movement, Tang Saier's brows twitched. She had no desire to experience that awful feeling from before a second time, but she also knew she absolutely could not yield on this point. "Then let me go to the underworld with your man. For the sake of our sisterhood, perhaps I might even help you serve him. Little sister, don't get angry when the time comes." With that, she broke into coquettish laughter.
Zhao Min could not help sighing. "That shameless look of yours really reminds me of my younger self. But why does it become more unpleasant the longer I look at it?"
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