After all, that's how it always is in TV dramas—the bad guys can never be defeated, they always manage to bounce back again and again.
"They won't." Duan Xi shook his head confidently.
Because the bell had been sealed by the Master, it couldn't be burned, nor could it be discarded at will, so it was always personally guarded by him. As long as he was there, no one could touch that bell.
"Then I'm relieved. As for Jiang Xun wanting to investigate, let him. Humph, even if he finds out something, he can't do anything." Speaking of this, Ruan Jiaojiao remembered another thing. She lifted her right leg and rolled up her pant leg, revealing the knee she hurt in a car collision, and complained to Duan Xi boldly, "Xi-ge, look, it's all Shen Ting's fault. He was pulling me along before and made me bump into the car seat. Now my knee hurts, my hand hurts, and my forehead hurts. Look at my forehead, isn't it red?"
