The Deadly Hitwoman: The Heiress's Special Abilities-Chapter 508: Have You Seen My Father?

Xiao Xue blinked, then blinked again. Is there any difference between the snowflakes’ snow and the falling snow?

"Brother Xue Xi, are you here to buy spiritual artifacts too?" Xiao Xue found a comfortable position sitting in Xue Xi’s lap and asked.

Xue Xi glanced at her, paused for a moment, and unexpectedly replied, "Just passing by, thought I’d take a look."

Sitting opposite Xue Xi was a young lad who looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the two of them. Was he seeing things? Or... dreaming? He gave his own arm a hard pinch, wincing in pain, no, this wasn’t a dream!

But... their Young Master was actually talking to some inexplicable little girl who just jumped out?

The sun must have risen from the west!

Their Young Master was always cold and indifferent; in his eyes, only the supreme martial cultivation mattered. Human beings didn’t exist for him... Simply put, their Young Master was a martial fanatic who didn’t bother with any mundane matters and didn’t like dealing with people.

Usually, if you said ten sentences to him, it would be good if he glanced at you; let alone replied, it’s guessed that if you asked thirty to fifty questions, if he was in a good mood, he might respond with one sentence...

But he... he counted, the Young Master spoke three sentences with that little girl!

Did the sun really rise from the west today!

He couldn’t help but glance at the little girl. The little girl looked particularly pretty and cute, like an exquisite doll, especially those pair of green eyes, bright as cat eyes, unbelievably beautiful.

But... she looked familiar?

He couldn’t help but speak, "Young Master, have you noticed, this little girl looks quite familiar?"

Xue Xi obviously didn’t hear him talk, not even sparing him half a glance.

He habitually filtered out what he didn’t want to hear or thought was unnecessary to respond to, feeling it more practical to act if needed than to speak.

Xue Xi couldn’t be bothered, but Xiao Xue was intrigued, turning to the young man: "This little brother, have you seen someone who looks like me? Everyone says I don’t resemble my mother much, so I must take after my father. But I’ve never seen my father? Could it be that you’ve seen my father then? Hmm... my father should be as good-looking as I, I suppose, in terms of age..."

She looked back at Xue Xi’s transcendental face: "Maybe a bit older than Brother Xue Xi."

Wutong was dumbfounded by her barrage of questions, only managing to say, "I... I’m called Wutong."

"Ah, it’s Brother Tongshu, hello Brother Tongshu, you haven’t answered my earlier question. Do you really think I look familiar? Have you ever seen someone who looks like me! Is it a man or a woman? How old are they? Oh no, it must be a man, I look so good, there can’t be many who look like me in the world. If there are, it must be my father!" Xiao Xue hopefully looked at Wutong: "So Brother Tongshu, if you’ve seen my father, you must tell me. I’ve grown up this much and never seen my father, I really miss him and want to see him."

Wutong... he’s called Wutong, not Tongshu...

Tongshu, oh no, Wutong was a bit stunned... Little girl, does it have anything to do with me whether you’ve seen your father or not? I’ve really never seen your father...