"Bai Ze knows everything. I don't know what secrets he's hiding, so he must have a guilty conscience."Ming Ze's expression did not change as he made up stories. In fact, if Bai Ze wanted to know anything, it would consume spiritual power. He would only understand what he cared about.
How could a random passerby want to know about his past and present lives? Bai Ze would die of exhaustion.
The stall owner was so frightened purely because of Ming Ze's fierce reputation. However, Ming Ze didn't plan to tell Ji Jing about this. What if she was already afraid of him before she even brought him home?
Ji Jing seemed to believe Ming Ze's words and nodded.
[So, is this mask still useful?]"Only the young man was still holding the mask in his hand and asked in confusion.
