“Sikong Fuling.” Suddenly, Qiao Mu’s voice drifted into her ears through the wooden cell door.

  At the beginning, she thought that she was hallucinating, however……

  Someone’s face entered her sight, triggering her into pouncing over frenziedly. Consequently, she got electrocuted when she grabbed the wooden bars with her hands. She hastily withdrew them as she yowled in fury, “It really is you! Stoic face! Stoic face! Quickly let me out! Let me out!”


  After watching a certain person going ballistic while hopping mad inside the cell, the little stoic’s face turned to look at the crown prince, who ambled over slowly. “Have her released.”


  “Release her.” At the crown prince’s order, two young men in black ran over briskly and pressed a button on the mechanism in the stone wall.

  The cell door in front of Sikong Fuling bounced open abruptly.

  She then hastily bent her waist and bolted outside to where Qiao Mu and Mo Lian were standing.

  “Like I said I didn’t capture the stoic face! Are you sick in the head! You locked me up in the dungeon for so many days, f*ck……” Meanwhile, His Highness the Crown Prince simply threw a black robe in Sikong Fuling’s face.

  “So freaking ugly! Quickly put it on! When you’re so ugly, it doesn’t matter what parts of your body you reveal.” The crown prince grasped Qiao Mu’s small hand gruffly and turned to walk out. “Qiaoqiao, I didn’t look at her. Such an awful sight.”


  Qiao Mu twitched her mouth. She suddenly felt a bit sorry for Sikong Fuling.

  Sikong Fuling was indeed quite unlucky. She had no idea whether it was because Sikong Fuling didn’t look out while walking, causing her to bump into a capricious and unreasonable fellow like this crown prince.

  After Sikong Fuling scolded all 18 generations of the Mo Clan’s ancestors, she roared at the two people’s backs, “Give me back my flute.”


  The nightmare demonic flute whirled in the air horizontally before landing on Sikong Fuling’s fair, outstretched palm.

  “Stoic face, hey, stoic face!” While wrapping that black robe around her, Sikong Fuling leaped in front of Qiao Mu to block her way. “Stoic face, I’m asking you, where exactly did you run off to after we separated that time?”


  “Am I very close to you for you to ask this and that.” Qiao Mu cast her an unfeeling glance.

  Yet Sikong Fuling was startled, and she said with a frown, “You heartless stoic face. In any case, we ate wild game and camped together for a night!”


  And yet here she was worrying about what troubles she might face by wandering around aimlessly inside the forest.

  Recalling something, Sikong Fuling suddenly stretched her hand in front of her eyes and gave a wave. “Your eyes? They can see.”


  Qiao Mu maintained her expressionless face, but her heart jolted uncontrollably on the inside.

  “What eyes? What’s with your eyes.” When Mo Lian picked up on this piece of information, he drew over Xiao Qiao’s small hand and looked at her doubtfully.

  Although by the time he caught hold of this little fellow, Qiao Mu had actually already recovered half of her five senses.

  “Dunno what she is talking about,” Qiao Mu deadpanned.

  She totally didn’t allow other people to perceive the crumbling expression beneath her stoic face.

  “You don’t remember?”


  “You’re the one who doesn’t remember.” Qiao Mu waved her small hand at her. “Leave quickly since we’re letting you go now. If you don’t want to go, then go back inside and stay some more!”


  Sikong Fuling wanted to smack this stoic face dead!

  “I’m starving! You won’t feed me after locking me up for so long?”