Xiao Jinsan's expression grew increasingly ferocious.
"Xiao Yue, I must say, you've disguised yourself very well." Xiao Jinsan inhaled deeply, "I didn't have the slightest suspicion towards you. Had you not lifted your veil today, I wouldn't have known you were still alive. But what's the meaning of exposing yourself today? Are you tired of living? Or can you no longer bear the commands of a sworn enemy like me? It's a pity, though. Perhaps you might have succeeded if you had continued to hide."
Indeed, Xiao Jinsan had never doubted Hei Luo's identity over the years.
Who would have thought, Hei Luo was actually Xiao Yue, the woman who was supposed to have died many years ago.
Xiao Yue also felt helpless in her heart, thinking: Do you think I want this? I know I've hidden myself well, I know I had a chance to kill you...
But the world is always like this: unpredictable and ever-changing. How could I have known I would encounter Tang Rao, or meet a monster like Xiao Yun?
