"Wow!"
Xu Zhi Rou knelt on the ground.
She kept retching.
The so-called Life-sharing Talisman had already been stuffed into her mouth.
The stench was overwhelming; all she wanted now was to spit it out.
"It's no use, the Life-sharing Talisman dissolves as soon as it enters your mouth, so you can't vomit it back up. You'd better be honest because if I'm in the slightest danger, you'll certainly die,"
Beitiao Qian Naizi displayed a satisfied smile.
Since the other party came to save Xu Zhi Rou, she naturally became the best leverage.
"If our lives are linked as one... then if I die, you can't survive either."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of Xu Zhi Rou, who was kneeled on the ground.
She drew out the dagger from her waist and held it against her own neck.
If Beitiao Qian Naizi were to die, that camp would definitely fall into chaos.
Wouldn't her brothers, as well as Lin Fan and Ning Mengyao, all be able to live?
If you think about it that way, this is not a bad deal.
