She couldn't stand and talk to him for long periods of time, so she could only talk to him while sitting.
"Do you need me to untie you?" Qiao Xi asked him gently.
Er'er finally reacted, but her face remained expressionless. She simply said three words, "Do you dare?"
"So you can talk." Qiao Xi was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice in addition to his singing, since he had been completely silent when he made the surprise attack before.
However, compared to his singing voice, his speaking voice... is too cold and aloof.
It's somewhat like Jun Jiuge No. 2.
Qiao Xizhen felt they were so alike, similar in age and with withdrawn personalities.
"That's true, with such a beautiful singing voice, how could she be mute?" Qiao Xi said, pretending to talk to herself.
Er'er returned to her previous state of silence, her expression seemingly even colder.
Qiao Xi continued unhurriedly, "You only need to answer a few questions for me, and I will untie you. As for whether you can leave, that depends on your own abilities."
Before Qiao Xi could ask any questions, Er Er simply answered her, "I don't know."
"I haven't even asked yet, you don't need to be so modest," Qiao Xi teased him.
Er'er no longer ignored her as before; his gaze held a hint of scrutiny. Qiao Xi met his gaze and asked, "Do you like to sing?"
After a brief silence, there was still silence. Qiao Xi sighed and said, "If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes, you don't like it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Xi got up and produced a dagger from somewhere, then slowly walked up to him.
She smiled at him, then instantly grabbed his chin, forcefully pried it open, and then raised the dagger to stab his open mouth.
Instinctively, Er'er struggled violently, but Qiao Xi remained unmoved and continued to stab downwards with the dagger. His lips were instantly pierced, and blood quickly slid down the corner of his mouth.
Qiao Xi's goal was clear: his tongue. "Since you don't like singing or talking, there's no point in keeping your tongue. I'll go all the way and cut it off for you."
"You can just kill me," Er'er Pharmaceutical said through gritted teeth, then pursed his lips, looking as if he was preparing to die.
Qiao Xi has found his weakness: he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of not being able to speak.
In Ma Qianbang's eyes, he might just be a big shot, a heartless killing machine, but this killing machine goes to sing at a bar. What does that say?
This shows that singing is a very important thing to him, something he has to do even if it might bring him death.
Because I like it.
Qiao Xi tried even harder to pry his mouth open, and said with a smile that showed no sign of pretense, "I can't do murder, but I'm willing to cut out his tongue, though I'm a little clumsy with it."
"It might hurt a little, please bear with it."
The dagger was already pressed against his teeth, almost 'successful', but at the critical moment, Er'er still spoke, "I like it."
Although it was not very clear, Qiao Xi could barely understand it.
She slowly released the dagger she had drawn back, gesturing to him, "Say it again."
"I like it." Er'er's answer this time was very affirmative, which can be considered as expressing what he was thinking.
Qiao Xi was satisfied with his answer, but she wasn't entirely confident in this approach.
Perhaps she underestimated how much she valued her tongue; for someone who loves to sing, the most intolerable thing is becoming mute.
Qiao Xi tossed the dagger aside, sat back down in her chair, and asked him, puzzled, "Then you should just focus on singing. Why are you helping Ma Qianbang with that kind of thing?"
“He saved my life,” Er’er replied straightforwardly.
Qiao Xi nodded knowingly upon hearing this, "I see."
She had been speculating about their relationship before, but now she finally knows.
If one is to repay a life-saving debt with boundless gratitude, then it is understandable that Narr did such a thing for him.
Qiao Xi then asked, "Do you know what Ma Qianbang wants?"
"I don't know," Er'er told Qiao Xi truthfully. "I only follow his orders and protect him."
"Who is Ma Qianbang?" Qiao Xi knew that he was not a simple person, but she didn't know the specifics.
Er'er didn't seem to know much about his situation either. He said in general terms, "He has some influence in Jiangcheng, but he does some shady things."
"Did he come to the capital just for Jun Jiuge?" Qiao Xi asked hurriedly.
After asking, he realized something was off and corrected himself, "Is it because of what she's holding?"
Er'er remained silent again. Qiao Xi was already feeling tired and her energy was waning. She just wanted to finish the job quickly.
"This is Fuyuan." Qiao Xi threatened him without any attempt to hide it. "I'm not threatening you, but it's hard to die. Most people end up living a life worse than death."
“If you’d like to give it a try, I can call them in right now.”
Er'er could see the determination in Qiao Xi's eyes, and...
Her relationship with the Heavenly Slaughter Sect; the person who came to save her was not an ordinary member of the Heavenly Slaughter Sect, but someone of status.
He didn't know what his identity was, but it was definitely a very important one.
After a brief standoff, Er'er gave her an affirmative answer, "Yes, I don't know what he's looking for, but that thing can help him."
"How can I help?" Qiao Xi was increasingly confused.
Er'er shook her head. "I don't know."
Qiao Xi knew she wasn't lying to him. "One last question."
"How did you end up fainting outside the cold storage?"
"Don't you know?" Er'er asked her, her brows slightly furrowed.
Qiao Xi felt that his question was a bit excessive, and her tone was filled with anger, "I've been locked in the cold storage by you, what could I possibly know?"
"He's here to save you," Er'er seemed to be intentionally reminding her.
Qiao Xi said irritably, "Thanks to you, I was barely alive when I was rescued."
"I vaguely saw a man, but I don't know who he is. Did he knock you out?"
Er'er seemed quite dissatisfied with the last sentence, which Qiao Xi could understand. As a man, a qualified master, or even an assassin, being knocked unconscious was not a very honorable thing and greatly affected his dignity.
After giving him some time to adjust his mindset, Qiao Xi continued, "What does he look like? Can you draw him for me?"
“I’m not good at drawing,” Er’er said bluntly.
Qiao Xi also felt that this request was a bit too much, so she could only lower her expectations appropriately. "Then can you describe it to me?"
Er'er was very impressed with him, after all, he rarely encountered such a strong opponent.
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