Li Xian said, "You woman, so hard to fathom. Am I not right?" Nangong Liuli turned her head away.
Bian Qiaoqiao said, "The first sentence is somewhat correct." Nangong Liuli sighed, "Little Sister Bian..." and thought, "Well, Little Sister Bian and I have been trapped here for a long time. It's so dull being unable to move. At this moment, we can speak, yet this thief speaks humorously, and his appearance is quite handsome... In conversation, it is inevitable."
Li Xian laughed, "Actually, I'm just a small lackey. Whether you want to die has nothing to do with me."
"Ah, dying isn't so bad. Saves me from feeding you every day, so boring. But ah... with such looks, you'll starve to skin and bones, the complexion turns sallow and emaciated. Such a masterpiece of beauty becoming ugly, isn't it a pity."
"At that time, your corpses will stiffen, maintaining this posture. We would despise you and maybe throw you by the roadside."
