Yaoyao looked at Zhang Qiling, who was staring at her in silence. Her fingers tapped on the table. A moment later, Nanzhi rolled up a pipe from the courtyard and handed it in through the window, whereupon a ball of packed medicinal herbs was inserted and lit.
The faint fragrance of herbs between breaths made Zhang Qiling's already profound eyes even more gloomy.
"Zhang Qiling, is that man dead?" Yaoyao's expression was indifferent. The dark green pipe in her hand seemed to emit a faint glow as she breathed.
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