Her face was obscured by a terrifying mask adorned with sharp fangs, the kind that could scare a child to tears.
However, Xia Ningxing caught the scent of ointment on his body, and connecting this with his previous words, she instantly realized his face had been damaged.
That was why she hadn't killed him.
He wanted her help in making medicine.
"If I succeed in making it, will you let me go?" Xia Ningxing asked.
"Maybe," the other party replied, "But if you don't, then you can only die!"
The man's words were light and dismissive, as if Xia Ningxing was nothing more than an ant he could crush at any moment.
For the sake of her own life, Xia Ningxing resolutely said, "I'll do it!"
"But why choose me?" Xia Ningxing wondered to herself.
Was it because she was too outstanding?
"You are very capable, better than the rest," he replied expressionlessly. In fact, even if Ning Jian hadn't been involved, he would have planned to capture Xia Ningxing to make the ointment for him.