"Brother Jing, thank me quickly."
"It's almost been nine years, and you finally meet your sister, huh?"
As she spoke, Yan Ruyu looked at Sikong Ling in her hands, then burst into a crazy, delicate laughter, almost gasping for breath.
However, Sikong Jing slowly stepped forward, his voice filled with murderous intent, "Yan Ruyu..."
Immediately halting her laughter, Yan Ruyu responded coquettishly, "I'm here, Brother Jing. What would you like me to do?"
She deliberately called him 'Brother Jing' just to make him utterly collapse.
"Don't rush; take your time..."
"But before that, I want to ask when did you know that your sister wasn't dead and had been taken by the Wangyou Sect? And when did you decide to confront the Wangyou Sect?"
"Ruyu, I'm really heartbroken. You're not focusing on dealing with me anymore; you only have eyes for your sister."
"Do you look down on me so much? This is what happens when you underestimate me... Hahaha."
