Mu Feng heard her words and frowned slightly, "Ghost Blade, Lily, does he like you?"
"I don't like him..."
Lily, fearing a misunderstanding, immediately retorted.
Mu Feng's frown deepened, and he snorted coldly, "Does he want to kill me in Ning City because he likes you and found out that you were with me?"
Lily hadn't expected Mu Feng's intelligence to be so sharp, to deduce the cause and effect in just a few sentences.
She could only nod her head, "Mu Feng, listen to me, he is really dangerous, and I am no match for him. So, I have prepared a mask for you; find a body double to replace you here during this period. Don't show your face for now; let Zhuo Junyue hide you first."
She had risked coming here, thinking of deceiving the heavens to make Ghost Blade believe that Mu Feng was dead.
In this way, Mu Feng might be able to escape disaster.
Mu Feng untied the corner of her clothing to check the wounds on her body and held her on his lap.
