[Wang Xiao, what do we do with her?]
Outside his room, Wang Xiao pondered in silence. 'Let's try enslaving her. The poison should work on her as well, right?'
Yin Yue responded, [It should work. How about feeding her a different poison each month, and giving her a different antidote each month, to make sure about her intentions first?]
"That would do," Wang Xiao agreed, his mind already strategizing the next steps.
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Meanwhile, inside the room, Luna sat on the bed, methodically unwrapping the bandage around her legs. Her face was a mask of concentration as she used a knife to extract bullets, one by one, from her flesh.
Each time she pulled a bullet out, blood flowed freely, but her expression remained stoic. The knife pierced her skin, yet she showed no sign of pain, her movements rough but precise.
