Three days had whisked by, and Lu Hong's injuries had recovered a little with the help of Tong Ling's Magic Potion.
"Big Brother Tu, are you getting used to living here?" Cui Xi sat in front of Lu Hong's bed, her face brimming with smiles, her tone gentle.
These past few days, Cui Xi would visit him morning, noon, and night. Of course, Lu Hong didn't think this was out of Cui Xi's kindness; she was just watching for an opportunity to kill him.
"Thanks to you, my recovery has been very good." Lu Hong, thinking of Cui Xi's previous actions, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What does it feel like to be willing to kill your own relatives for the sake of seizing control over the family?"
"Well..." Facing such a sharp topic, Cui Xi showed no aversion, instead seriously recalling the scene at that time and began, "When I killed my uncle Ku Le, I felt relieved, happy, and also felt the burden on my shoulders suddenly increase!"
