Rebirth wedding night, she drove the Beijing circle boss crazy

She couldn't stand and talk to him for a long time, so she could only sit and chat with him.

"Do you need me to untie you?" Qiao Xi asked him with a smile.

Er'er finally responded, but his face remained expressionless. He only said three words, "Do you dare?"

"So you can talk." Qiao Xi was surprised to hear someone talking besides his singing. After all, when he made a surprise attack before, he was silent.

But compared to his singing voice, his speaking voice... is too cold.

It's a bit like Jun Jiuge No. 2.

Qiao Xi really felt that they were too similar, similar in age and both had introverted personalities.

"That's right, he sings so beautifully, how could he be mute?" Qiao Xi said to himself.

Er'er returned to his previous silent state, and the expression on his face seemed even colder.

Qiao Xi continued calmly, "As long as you answer a few questions, I'll untie you. As for whether you can leave, it depends on your own ability."

Before Qiao Xi could ask, Er Er simply answered her, "I don't know."

"I haven't asked yet, so you don't have to be so modest." Qiao Xi teased him.

Er'er no longer ignored her like before. His eyes were filled with scrutiny. Qiao Xi met his gaze and asked, "Do you like singing?"

After a brief silence, Qiao Xi sighed and said, "If you don't answer, I'll take it as your tacit agreement that you don't like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Xi stood up, got a dagger from somewhere, and slowly walked towards him.

After smiling at him, she instantly pinched his chin and pried it open with force, then raised the dagger and stabbed it into his open mouth.

Out of instinct, 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 target was clear: his tongue. "Since you don't like singing or talking, there's no point in keeping your tongue. I'll be a good person and cut it off for you."

"You can just kill me." Er'er Pharmaceutical said with gritted teeth, and then pursed his lips, looking like he was ready 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 may just be a big hand, an emotionless killing machine, but this killing machine would go to a bar to perform. What does this mean?

This shows that singing is a very important thing to him, something he must do even if it may bring him fatal disaster.

Because I like it.

Qiao Xi tried even harder to pry his mouth open, and said with a smile that wasn't even fake: "I can't kill people, but as for cutting off your tongue, I'm still willing to do it, but my technique is a little rusty."

"It might be a little painful, please bear with me."

The dagger was already against his teeth, almost succeeding. At the critical moment, Er Er still spoke, "I like it."

Although it was not clearly spoken, Qiao Xi could barely understand it.

She slowly released the dagger and gestured to him, "Say it again."

"I like it." Er'er's answer this time was very affirmative, and he expressed what he was thinking.

Qiao Xi was also very satisfied with his answer, but she was not 100% confident in this trick.

Maybe she underestimated the importance of her tongue. For someone who loves singing, the thing he can't tolerate the most is becoming a mute.

Qiao Xi threw the dagger aside and sat back in her chair, asking him in confusion, "Why don't you just sing your song well? Why are you helping Ma Qianbang do that?"

"He saved my life." Er'er replied simply.

Qiao Xi nodded in understanding, "I see."

She had been speculating about their relationship before, but now she finally knew.

If one were to repay a life-saving favor with gratitude, it would be understandable for Naer to do that 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 his identity was not simple, but she was not sure about the specific situation.

Er'er didn't seem to know much about his situation. He simply said, "He has some influence in Jiangcheng, and he does some things that are not worthy of public display."

"He came to the capital just for Jun Jiuge?" Qiao Xi asked hurriedly.

After asking, he felt something was wrong and corrected himself: "For what she has in her hand?"

Er'er remained silent again. Qiao Xi already felt a little tired and his energy was running out. He just wanted to end the battle quickly.

"This is Fuyuan." Qiao Xi threatened him without hiding anything. "I'm not threatening you. It's hard to die. Most people find that life is worse than death."

"If you'd like to try, I can call them in right now."

Er Er could see the determination in Qiao Xi's eyes, and...

Because of her relationship with the Tiansha Sect, the person who came to save her was not an ordinary member of the Tiansha Sect, but a person of status.

He didn't know what identity it was, but it was definitely an important one.

After a brief stalemate, Er'er finally gave her a positive answer, "Yes, I don't know what he's looking for, but that thing can help him."

"How can I help?" Qiao Xi became more and more confused as he listened.

Er Er shook his head, "I don't know."

Qiao Xi knew she hadn't lied to him, "One last question."

"How did you faint outside the cold storage?"

"Don't you know?" Er'er asked her with his brows slightly furrowed.

Qiao Xi felt that he was asking too much, and her tone was filled with anger. "You've even locked me up in the cold storage. What can I possibly know?"

"He is here to save you." Er'er seemed to be reminding her intentionally.

Qiao Xi said unhappily, "Thanks to you, I was only half alive when I was rescued."

"I vaguely saw it was a man, but I don't know who he was. Was he the one who knocked you out?"

Er'er seemed very dissatisfied with the last sentence, which Qiao Xi could understand. As a man, a qualified thug, or even a killer, being knocked unconscious was really not a glorious thing and it greatly affected his dignity.

After giving him some time to adjust his mentality, Qiao Xi continued to ask, "What does he look like? Can you help me draw it?"

"I'm not good at painting." Er'er simply refused.

Qiao Xi also felt that this request was a bit forced, so she could only lower the requirements appropriately, "Then can you describe it to me?"

Er'er was deeply impressed by him. After all, he rarely encountered such a strong opponent.