The black snake, seemingly excited by the smell of blood, slowly crawled down from behind Yan Li's ear, then around his neck, inching its way toward the source of the bloody scent.
Its forked tongue was already sticking out, its mouth was constantly hissing, its golden vertical pupils were slightly constricted, and its venomous fangs were eager to bite.
It seems that Yan Li has become its food.
Wen Shaoxing watched the scene with great interest, but did not intervene. Instead, he withdrew the cane that was pressed against her throat.
After releasing Yan Li from his restraints, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and once again used the cane to support his body.
Having escaped the control of death, Yan Li dared not relax or move. She slightly raised her eyes and saw that the hand on the cane was bulging with veins.
Using the force of his waist, he straightened up a bit, but appeared extremely languid, as if he couldn't stand up.
Yes, I almost forgot. This person is not only lame, but also likes to use a wheelchair. Standing for a long time will make him uncomfortable.
Wen Shaoxing could naturally feel Yan Li's gaze on him, and after realizing the slight sympathy the other party was showing, he couldn't help but chuckle.
She still has the leisure to sympathize with him?
"Take it off." After a short while, Wen Shaoxing glanced at the black snake, then looked at Yan Li who didn't dare to answer, and gave the order in a low voice.
Yan Li was completely baffled.
Should we strip her and feed her to the snakes?
She opened her mouth, about to struggle again, when the black snake suddenly raised its head as if stimulated by something, and looked at her.
Yan Li's heart almost stopped beating this time.
He was scared to death by this snake.
"What, do you want me to help you personally?" Seeing that Yan Li did not react, Wen Shaobai's smile did not reach his eyes.
Yan Li's face flushed red, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a few words: "...This subordinate will not sell herself!"
Hearing this, Wen Shaoxing seemed to have heard a joke. He lowered his eyes, looked at Yan Li who was defying him, and chuckled: "Yan Li, have you forgotten that your indenture is in my hands?"
"So, are you still going to continue to disobey me?"
Not selling yourself?
She had no choice but to agree.
As Wen Shaoxing spoke, his gaze was deep as he looked at Yan Li, who was still kneeling on the ground. In his heart, he was already scheming about how to uncover the person behind her.
Or perhaps, he could find a way to make that person believe she had betrayed him.
Yan Li was speechless for a moment: "..."
Seeing Yan Li's discomfiture, Wen Shaoxing felt relieved, but he unusually lost his patience. He reached out and grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Then, leaning on his cane, he went to the bed.
Yan Li, who was hanging on Wen Shaoxing's shoulder, narrowed her eyes. She didn't have time to be shocked, nor did she dare to move, because the black snake that was lingering around her neck had tightened its coils around her even more.
She was speechless. She really wanted to strangle the snake on her neck, but she was afraid that before she could even make a move, the snake would bite her.
The key issue is that she doesn't know if the snake is poisonous or lethal.
For over twenty years, she worked diligently and never inquired about the master's secrets, all for the sake of escaping smoothly one day.
But now she regrets it.
She had no leverage whatsoever, and as for combat skills, she didn't want to try her hand at it.
Before long, Yan Li was thrown onto the bed, and Wen Shaoxing followed closely behind, pressing down on her. He grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, then straddled her body and leaned over her.
She almost closed her eyes.
But as an assassin, her professional ethics told her that this was not feasible.
If this person were to kill her, closing her eyes would truly mean certain death.
The restrained, raised hand made Yan Li extremely uncomfortable, but unexpectedly, just a frown was met with another firm grip from him, a warning.
"What, are you afraid I'll do something to you?"
"Heh, I'm not so desperate as to lay a hand on a mere servant. You'd better keep your ulterior motives to yourself, or you won't even know how you died."
Wen Shaoxing's tone was cold, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, but his fingertips were unconsciously rubbing the skin under his hands.
It doesn't seem like a hand that would kill.
He couldn't help but wonder what methods she used to take people's lives when she was on missions.
Yan Li: ...
It turns out that people can actually want to laugh when they're speechless.
Damn it, he speaks so righteously, what is he touching? Can't he have any sense of propriety? Is it a case of "the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps"?
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