Mei Ji and the assassin also waited outside for the entire night. Fortunately, Zhuge Qing's house had eaves, unlike the alchemy room, which was bare. Wei Ting could only stand in the backyard in the rain.
However, it was not enough. The wind was too strong, and their clothes were still drenched.
Zhuge Qing closed the door, and no one could enter.
Mei Ji squatted on the ground and drew circles. "How do you think Master is? It's been raining all night. Master's leg must hurt badly."
On rainy days, the cold would flare up even more, especially when the stone marrow was no longer very effective.
The killer said nothing.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mei Ji asked unhappily.
The assassin wanted to say something but hesitated. At this moment, Wei Ting and Su Xiaoxiao walked over.
