"You..."
Seeing the other party so straightforward, Ji Taimei suddenly felt something was wrong: "Yun Jin'er, you've always been resolute in nature, repaying grudges as soon as possible. Agreeing so quickly, it doesn't seem like you!"
"It doesn't matter."
Han Jinniang casually applied her nail polish, not even bothering to look at the other party: "Anyway, a man once said he would help me kill you, and he also said he never lies to women."
Hearing this, Ji Taimei trembled again, wanting to ask more questions.
Just at this moment, the scene erupted in exclamations: "Wow!"
Han Jinniang and the others turned their heads to look.
In the scene, a cold-faced woman in white, exuding murderous intent, stood amidst the bushes behind the young man!
If one didn't look carefully, it would be hard to notice her presence!
"I understand! Completely understand! What we're watching is not the memory of the Qingling Demon Sovereign, but the memory of this sword!"
