"Girl, this time it's not just my underlings, but legitimate assassins," Yue Xilou tapped his folding fan nonchalantly in his hand.
"Not just assassins, but well-trained assassins."
Gu Changsheng furrowed her brows as she listened to the orderly footsteps outside the courtyard—a military-like rhythm, a small group of a hundred or so, causing her heart to tremble slightly.
"Girl, you've really gotten yourself into trouble..." The folding fan continued to tap.
"Obviously, you plan to stand by and watch?" Gu Changsheng glared at him.
In reality, she truly didn't expect this man to help; one couldn't expect a man who earns his living by killing to have a compassionate heart, no matter how attractive he is. This couldn't conceal his nature as a mercenary.
Such a person, both righteous and evil, the less involved one is, the better.
"Girl, you are indeed wise." Yue Xilou smiled briefly.