Qing Wan said in a tone that said she had nothing to do with her: "I understand, do you agree to let you get off the boat?"
"What about you, miss?" Dou Kou asked eagerly.
Qing Wan glared at her, pinched the girl's nose hard and said, "Of course I will accompany you, lest you stay on the boat for too long and you won't even be able to find the direction when you get off the boat."
Daukou covered her pinched red nose and giggled: "Hey, I know you are the best, Miss. I will go tell Sister Zisu and Chuanwan now."
Seeing the girl disappearing, Qing Wan slowly retracted her gaze, and at the same time, she gradually disappeared the smile on her lips.
The river was particularly unsettled at night. The waves beat against the hull of the boat, making loud noises and stirring up waves several meters high. Qingwan stood on the deck and turned around to glance in a certain direction on the second floor.
Suddenly making a decision, he turned around and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor. As soon as he reached the second floor, he was blocked by a man in black, "Girl, please stay. This is not where you should be."
Place." The man held the sword in his arms, stood in front of Qing Wan with an expressionless face, and reminded in a cold voice.
Qing Wan frowned and was about to turn around when she heard a faint and somewhat lazy voice from inside the room: "Sui Feng, let Miss Qing Wan come in."
The moment the other party called out her name, Qingwan couldn't help but be slightly startled, and almost subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of the room.
When she boarded the ship, she only called herself Qing and said she was going to Shunan to find relatives. She didn't tell anyone her name. How did the other party know it?
The room was a little dark, and through the moonlight coming in from the window, Qingwan could barely see clearly a man lying on the soft couch in front of the window. The silver mask on the man's face shone with an icy cold light under the moonlight.
"Who are you?" Qing Wan asked straight to the point almost as soon as she entered the door.
The man on the soft couch replied with a somewhat relaxed smile: "Someone who can help you."
"Do we know each other?" Although it was a question, Qing Wan used an affirmative tone.
The man smiled and said: "To be precise, I know you, but you probably don't know me..."
"Who are you?" Qing Wan frowned suspiciously and looked at the other person defensively. The feeling of being seen through by someone but knowing nothing about the other person was really uncomfortable.
The man was about to answer when a small white head suddenly popped out of his arms. It shouted "叽婽叽婽——" and looked at Qing Wan with extremely sad eyes.
"Little Diao?" Seeing the familiar little guy in the other person's arms, Qing Wan couldn't help but was stunned again.
During this period of getting along, she knew very well that if the little guy was not familiar with someone, he would never allow the other person to get close to him, let alone stay so close to him in his arms.
Although it looks a bit like being coerced, the innate sense of harmony is hard to ignore.
"Are you... Xiao Diao's former owner?" Qing Wan guessed almost subconsciously.
There was an expression of approval on the man's face under the mask, and he smiled and said, "You are very smart."
"So, you are the one who saved me on the mountain last time?" It was not a question, but a tone of affirmation.
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he listened at the door and the man named Sui Feng said coldly: "You also took away my master's dagger." It seemed that this guy was very resentful about Qing Wan taking the dagger.