"Hey, Black Pot of Zhan Yue Tower, what kind of work are you guys doing?"
"Cough cough, kid, listen to me, hand over the man behind you! Do this, and I might consider sparing your life."
Damn, just considering sparing my life - what if I hand him over and then he decides not to spare me? Mu Xiaoxiao muttered to herself, making up her mind: "Hell no, you want me to hand someone over? That would totally lose my face! Dying is small, losing face is big, so cut the crap!"
She then grabbed Little White Pot's hand and said: "Babe, stick with me! There'll be meat to eat!"
In that overly tense moment, she didn't look back, didn't look at Little White Pot's face, and didn't notice that subtle, strange smile...
"Ah..." Little White Pot collapsed to the ground, crying out: "Boss, I just ran too much and my legs are weak, I can't walk... Boss, carry me..."
"Damn, you're letting me down at the critical moment!" Mu Xiaoxiao stood with hands on her hips, cursing angrily.
The Black Pot leader was furious: "Damn it, not only are you not handing over the person, but you're also daring to ignore me! You're asking for trouble! Brothers, no more talking - grab these two!"
The tower master's order: Take the white-clothed man, and if there's resistance, take both.
The black-clothed men instantly positioned themselves, drawing out knives, guns, swords, and spears with a whoosh...
Mu Xiaoxiao listened to the terrifying sounds in the quiet night, looked at these fierce-looking black-clothed men, turned to Little White Pot with a smile, then faced the group: "I never said I wouldn't hand him over, right? I was just flirting with my little beauty. What are you so worked up about? Fine, you want this pretty boy? Here he is! Oh, by the way, what do you want this weak, delicate pretty boy for?"
"What weak and delicate? This pretty boy is someone our master wants! What right do you have to comment? Stop talking nonsense! Hand him over immediately, or we'll get serious!"
Spitting blood, like graffiti
Mu Xiaoxiao was furious, but she couldn’t bear to blame the little white pot for misunderstanding her, so she softly persuaded: “I didn’t mean that, don’t cry! I mean, since they are ordered to take you back, they naturally wouldn’t dare to harm you. Bringing back a corpse would be problematic, so I’ll use this point, pretend to be holding you hostage, and force them to retreat so we can escape. Understand? Blink if you understand.”
Looking at him listening to her seriously with a dazed expression, Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to kiss him - this guy was too demonic. Normal people would probably commit a crime just by seeing him, let alone Mu Xiaoxiao who was determined to establish a male harem...
Mu Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and leaned in, not seeing the fleeting sarcastic look in the little white pot's eyes.
"Master! Master! Look..."
"Damn, why are you so close to me? Damn! Black Pot, this is my personal space. How can you rashly intrude? Although there's no ceiling or floor, you can't casually peek into my personal space... Okay, I won't pursue your privacy invasion. Uh, take a few steps back... Sweat, little white pot, sorry, I'll use you as a shield!"
You can beat me to death
As the black-clothed men approached step by step, Mu Xiaoxiao kept retreating and finally hid behind the little white pot.
"If you dare to choke him, you won't live long either!" The black-clothed man's words were full of terrifying implications!
At this moment, the little white pot groaned again: "Master... Your servant is scared... Master, protect me..." With a flip, he suddenly slid behind Mu Xiaoxiao.
Mu Xiaoxiao stared blankly at her empty hand - still in the same position, thumb and index finger forming an arc...
In the blink of an eye, the black-clothed man seized the opportunity, rushed forward, grabbed the little white pot with one hand, and swept Mu Xiaoxiao away with the other.
That sweep used full internal force! Mu Xiaoxiao flew up high, then quickly fell down, "slapping" dust all over the ground. In the moonlight, dust danced and swirled...
Mu Xiaoxiao struggled to lift her head, her eyes blurred, and she collapsed into the dust...
"Master, wake up... Wake up... If master dies, what will your servant do?"
"Cough cough... You... you... let go..."
As soon as Mu Xiaoxiao woke up, she heard the little white pot's wailing - damn, you! Cry if you want, but why are you shaking me? Damn, if you keep shaking, I'll really die!
She didn't manage to curse this passionate speech because - she was coughing up blood...
"Master, you can't die, your servant is scared... Master... Are you choking? Your servant will pat you."
If Mu Xiaoxiao had enough strength to turn her head, she would have preferred to die right then - because the little white pot was patting her back with a smiling face and a sad voice, happily tapping away.
"Cough cough..."
"Wow, master, you're coughing blood again, what should we do..." The little white pot screamed, but his hands never stopped.
Mu Xiaoxiao mustered all her strength to roll away, escaping his palms...
Breathing heavily, gradually recovering some strength, she asked: "Where... are we?"
"Master, after you were knocked unconscious yesterday, your servant was also knocked out. When I woke up today, we were already here."
"Where... are they?"
"Master means those black-clothed men from last night? They seem to have left. Earlier we could hear them talking, but now it's quiet..."
I miss the palace
Mu Xiaoxiao finally gathered some strength and sat up, but her head was suddenly knocked...
"Master, please be careful, your servant..."
"If you keep talking like that... I'll kill you... like a qin player... cough cough..." Mu Xiaoxiao really couldn't stand the little white pot's enchanting voice. He was a qin player, just like her little Huahua! When they first met, he looked like a transcendent immortal...
The more dangerous the situation, the more she missed the people from before. The cold Yao Xiaotie, who loved to laugh in front of her; the self-loving little Huahua, who showed all emotions when with her, no longer hiding behind self-pride. Even the Empress Dowager, when recalled, seemed missed. The small kindnesses were magnified, while the things that once angered her shrank to tiny dots...
I miss the palace, I miss you all... Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to shout this out, but the people who would listen were not here...
The little white pot was stunned by her intermittent instructions - she said not to use a seductive voice? She said to return to being a qin player?
Someone said that Mu Xiaoxiao was naturally seductive, fond of men, especially aloof and pure white-clothed men. So, he disguised himself as an otherworldly person, pure and different from the mundane men she had seen, hoping to catch her attention.
According to intelligence, he had been playing the qin on the side of the stage early on. That position was carefully chosen - perfectly angled with the light to softly shroud his profile, making him appear more hazy and extraordinary.
His plan was very successful.
Mu Xiaoxiao saw him, her gaze densely lingering around him...
But where were his eyes? From the moment Mu Xiaoxiao walked to the front and argued with that brute Liu, he couldn't look away...
Although he knew she was disguised as a man, and had seen many women dressed as men - courtesans often dressed uniquely to stand out, so he was accustomed to such attire - when he saw Mu Xiaoxiao, he still felt his eyes light up.
Life in a Cage
He was a special person. Round-faced, appearing small and chubby, with a tiny nose and mouth, but large eyes. When smiling, they would narrow into a curved slit, like a crescent moon at the beginning of the month. When proud, he would be radiant, laughing openly with wide eyes, bright and clear; when pleased, he would tilt his mouth, curl up one corner with a mischievous smile; when happy, he would laugh, revealing two small tiger teeth, his eyes also smiling into crescents—this was his most beautiful moment.
