"What do you need my hair for?" Ye Jiqing was clearly on guard against me; he feared I might betray him.
I didn't respond to him, just coldly stared at Ye Jiqing.
Rescuing him was a gesture of goodwill, not a debt I owed him; I wasn't eager to explain too much to him.
I had already started to consider ways to escape if he refused to give me his hair, as Beichen and I had no quarrel with this demon.
When the time came, we would just need to abandon the car and leave Ye Jiqing to him.
Beichen and I would probably be fine.
Even if the demon implicated Beichen and me because of Ye Jiqing, the two of us together.
should be able to fight the demon to a draw.
As malicious thoughts swirled in my mind.
Ye Jiqing, hesitating, gritted his teeth and pulled out his hair for me.
I quickly pulled out a human form patchwork from my pocket and threaded Ye Jiqing's hair into it.
At that moment, Ye Jiqing's neck was fiercely grasped by Xia Xi.
