Seeing the sinister expression that suddenly appeared on his face, Qiqi actually felt a chill of fear. "You... what are you planning?" she asked shakily. She still vividly remembered what Hu Xiaotian had done in the Wine Cellar. Had her aunt not intervened that time, he might really have dared to silence her for good.
"Nothing," Hu Xiaotian said. "Even a rabbit bites when cornered. If Your Highness keeps pushing me, I can't rule out... heh heh... you know what I mean."
Qiqi giggled and took a Black Box from her leather pouch-a Black Box Hu Xiaotian knew all too well.
The sight of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles left Hu Xiaotian dumbfounded. Before Qiqi could speak, he hung his head. "Move aside! Nobody's stopping me from scrubbing this floor!"
A true hero knows which way the wind blows, and a real man can bend as well as stand tall. It's just scrubbing a floor, isn't it? It won't kill me! Hu Xiaotian was not afraid of Qiqi, but of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles in her hand. This little girl was ruthless; she had kept a trump card up her sleeve all along.
He scrubbed all the way to the wall. After more than ten reflections, the light finally cast a spot the size of a teacup's mouth onto it. Hu Xiaotian wiped away the moss covering the surface. There was no bronze mirror underneath, only a round recess.
Qiqi leaned closer and felt it with her hand. "Help me take that luminous pearl down," she said softly.
Hu Xiaotian could only lend her his head again, letting her step on it to remove the luminous pearl from the eye socket of the dragon carving on the domed ceiling. The instant the pearl came free, the reflected shafts of