At this moment, Beigong Mingtian wished he could pull gong jue out of the grave for Gu Qiqi and give him a good beating!
That man really had a powerful influence. He had left for three years, yet he still had such a terrifying influence on Qiqi. It was too much.
In the garden, Gu Qiqi, who had never received a response, finally squatted down on the ground. Her hands were helpless and desolate as she hugged her little knees.
Beigong Mingtian pursed his lips and bent down to sit beside her. He said softly, “Qiqi, if Gong Jue really appears in the imperial capital, then we’ll conduct a blanket search in the imperial capital and not go to the Hanbei Ridge, okay?”
He was still worried about Gu Qiqi going to the Hanbei Ridge. Because in his heart, it was a very desolate and cold place.
If Qi Qi went alone, it was like a sheep entering the wolf’s mouth.
He could use this opportunity to persuade Qi Qi to give up on going to Han bei Ling.
