The moment the other party rushed in, Zhuge Qing had already pressed the mechanism on the wheelchair. With a slight movement of his fingertip, a crossbow hole would appear behind the wheelchair and a row of poisonous arrows would be shot.
However, when that familiar voice sounded, Zhuge Qing's body froze.
Wei Ting looked at his tense body and said, "If you don't scream, I won't hurt you. In addition, you're not allowed to look back at me."
He did not want his face to be remembered.
Zhuge Qing did not move or say anything. He just sat quietly in the wheelchair.
Wei Ting stayed in the pavilion for a while. After confirming that the other party did not chase after him, he sheathed his sword and turned to leave the pavilion.
But for some reason, he had clearly walked down and turned back to look at the pavilion.
The assassin waited until Wei Ting was far away before returning to the pavilion. "Sir, are you alright?"
