Seeing Jiang Qin in a fit of anger, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a bit helpless.
"You misunderstood. What I meant by 'won't die' is that you're as beautiful as a flower; these wild people have never seen such a beautiful woman. They wouldn't bear to kill you. Maybe they'll keep you around to help them continue their lineage and breed future generations."
"Who knows, you might even become their queen."
"Continue their lineage?"
Sure enough, Jiang Qin was bluffed. Her pretty face was full of panic.
Indeed, these people definitely wouldn't let her go easily.
"Well, then I'd rather just die."
Saying this, Jiang Qin pulled an exquisite small pistol from her waist, clearly intending to end herself.
Zhang Xiaoshan was startled.
"Don't."
He flicked his finger, and a stream of True Qi knocked the pistol out of Jiang Qin's hand.
Tears welled up in the corners of Jiang Qin's eyes as she spoke.
"Why do you care about me? Just let me die."
While the two were arguing.
