C298 What's on the Handkerchief

In the dead of night, the only sound in the room was the hushed breathing of Yi Xiaoqiao.

It was to alert the snake.

The two words hovered in Yi Xiaoqiao's mind.

She leaned against the headboard, recalling that day's performance. Had it really become a warning?

Could he really be the Sect Leader of the Blood Lotus Cult?

However …

That shouldn't be the case