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Suddenly, the smile on the man's face froze. He quickly retracted his hand and a look of determination and sadness appeared on his face as he shouted, "Huzi."

Hu Zi was still in a daze. He had followed his master for close to a thousand years, but he had never seen his master touch a woman of his own accord. Shouldn't Master immediately let this woman fall to her death?

"Send her back!" The man closed his eyes and suppressed the emotions in his heart as he coldly spoke.

He turned his back to the woman outside the window, as if he was facing a beautiful portrait. The man's back was thin and grave, his deep eyes seemed to hide a thousand years' worth of secret.

"Yes, Master." Even though he didn't know why his master had suddenly changed his mind, Hu Zi still responded at once. He would carry out every word his master said without any conditions.

Hu Zi turned around and his figure became blurry. Like a ghost, he flew out of the window and approached the floating woman. In the blink of an eye, the woman had disappeared from the window.

The man had been standing in front of the window for a long time, looking lonely and lonely, as if he were waiting for something.

On the wall of the room, there was a portrait of a majestic palace that rose and fell along with the mountains. Judging from its style, it should be the structure of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

"Ah ~, help ~ ~" Yao Xiaoyan waved her arms and legs as she screamed for help. She was really scared. Falling down from the roof meant certain death. She was even more afraid than seeing a ghost. She didn't want to die like this!

He was clearly in a confrontation with an annoying little ghost on the rooftop, so why did he suddenly fall down? He clearly wasn't accompanied by anyone, but it felt like he was pushed by someone.

What was even more inconceivable was that while she was falling, she seemed to see a pair of beautiful man's eyes looking at her from mid-air. They were so deep that they could suck in a person's mind.

But why did everything disappear in an instant and she once again sat on the balcony, staring at the little ghost girl in front of her with her bloody eyes? At that moment, she thought she was going to turn into a ghost.

"Big sister, you're so noisy!" The little ghost covered his ears with his pale little hands. He used a disdainful expression to face Yao Xiaoyan, as if he was referring to her as a coward.

"Damn you little thing, are you trying to harm me? I have no enmity with you. " Yao Xiaoxiao quickly checked the railing beside her. It was in perfect condition, so how could she fall down? Did he have a dream just now? Why was it so real?

"What the hell is going on?" Yao Xiaoyan mumbled to herself as fear still lingered in her heart. Although she had seen many things that she shouldn't have, she had never seen anything so dangerous before. Even though she kept dreaming about the red-clothed girl in front of the Red city's gate, she still clearly knew that it was a dream. But now that she was in a mess, that feeling was too real.

"Sister, just help me, I'm begging you." A pale, bloodless hand tightly grabbed onto the corner of Yao Xiaoyan's clothes.

The little girl's face slowly returned to its normal state. A pair of large, rippling eyes and two dimples could be seen on her rosy cheeks. People couldn't help but want to kiss her, praising her as such a cute little girl.

After a while, two streams of blood flowed out from the little girl's eyes, her beautiful big eyes once again becoming empty.

Yao Xiaoyan's heart couldn't help but tighten as she gnashed her teeth in hatred. This was too despicable. Such a cute and beautiful little girl, yet she was so young. How could that murderer act against her? It was like thunder striking in the sky.

In the bedroom below Yao Xiaoyan's balcony, the man's ears twitched. He heard every word Yao Xiaoyan was saying. The man's expression was as calm as water. His eyes were fixated on the painting on the wall as if she was searching for a distant memory.

Especially when he heard Yao Xiaoyan mumbling to herself if she was sleeping or was dreaming, the man's ice-cold expression unexpectedly became gentle.

If only she were as lovely as she was!

People were coming and going on the streets, bustling with activity. Everyone was hurrying on their way.

A woman in her thirties, with a coarse braid tied with a dark rubber band, wore a dress that was rumpled as if she had been wearing it for a long time. She held a thick sheaf of printed paper between her arms. Whenever someone passed by, she would reach out and push the paper into someone else's car or hand, repeating, "Excuse me, have you seen this little girl before?"

Those who were patient might glance down, and those who weren't would just walk away with a bored look on their face.

The woman kept stuffing the flyers into the hands of passersby, begging, "Please take a look, this is my daughter, her name is Tor, she has been missing for a month, please."

Yao Xiao Yan stood on the opposite side of the road from the middle-aged woman, looking at her with a complicated expression. Ta'er, who was standing beside her, was trembling.