Tan Sang was silent, and when he heard the man chuckle, he seemed to be relieved and a little helpless.

"What does Madame know?"

The smile on Tan Sang's face was slightly subdued, and his voice was unconsciously soft, as if he was muttering or talking to himself.

"I thought you would justify a few words, the young marshal is really ruthless, now that I'm useless, I don't even want to lie to me.

Also, you are so ambitious, no one can get into your eyes. ”

Shen Jijin frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to look at the little girl in front of him.

A figure appeared outside the window, Shen Jijin's fingers were tightly tightened, but he didn't say a word.

Tan Sang felt a coldness in her heart, and her voice was low and soft.

"Miss Xia is your fiancée, she has a family background, she is educated, she is very important, and I am just a boudoir woman who is not valued, I am just a bait and a victim.

I'm mediocre and stupid, in this troubled world, everyone calls me Miss Tan, but no one really respects me, so it doesn't matter what I do......

But in fact, I also have a heart. ”

Tan Sang stretched out his hand, carefully flattened the cuffs of the man's slightly pleated military uniform, and smiled lightly.

The corners of the lips are raised, and the tails of the eyes are raised,

"I thought the young marshal really liked me."

The man's eyes darkened.

"I like you."

Tan Sang was stunned.

After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and smiled solemnly: "The young marshal came to lie to me again, aren't you tired like this?" ”

The man lowered his eyes and did not argue.

"Young marshal, I'm also a person, is my life so cheap in your eyes?"

She seemed to choke.

"I'm going to die, too."

[Ding, the current quest bar completion is 70, the first ring quest, the second ring quest has been completed.] ］

A small crystal bottle slipped from the cuff of her cheongsam and fell into the palm of her hand.

The man was unsuspectingly sprayed in the face by Tan Sang.

Hiss.

There was a soft thud in the air.

It is the friction sound of cloth being torn.

Shen Jijin frowned, closed his eyes and opened them again, his hands tied behind the chair.

The little girl was looking at him, restlessly groping around his clothes, as if she had not received anything and was pouting, distressed.

Seeing that he woke up, the little girl looked at him with a smile: "Young marshal, do you really want my life?" ”

The man raised his eyes, as if it were a dark night with condensed stars.

"You're not going to die."

It's such a shallow and thin, fluttering sentence that you won't die.

Tan Sang almost didn't want to pick up Shen Jijin's most precious box.

She estimated that the remaining half was in it.

So she opened the lock, and the top metal clasp was opened.

Suddenly, she felt a cold object against her lower back.

Tan Sang raised his hand with a swish.

The man's boots stopped, and the soft sound of "click" made Tan Sang's neck cold.

It was the sound of a bullet loading.

You're not going to end her life here, are you?

Behind his ears, the man's voice was cold.

"Madame, don't be afraid, they won't shoot."

He? Guys???

Tan Sang tilted his head slightly, and the man in front of him smiled honestly.

Isn't this the dead adjutant?

Revived?!

Shoot no one dead?!

Invulnerable?!

Tan Sang was laughed at by his own brain, but he was still very knowledgeable about current affairs: "Lord Young Marshal, for the sake of me being your pawn, let me go."

I promise to leave immediately, not a second more! ”

The man asked, "Leave immediately?" ”

"Uh-huh!"

Promise is refreshing.