"Just now, Ying He almost wanted to kill me. He really is cold-blooded." As Su Jin spoke, he returned to the bedside and sat down.
Qingmei dragged the corpse to the side. She didn' t look tired at all. After all, this was a large Men corpse, so she didn' t change her expression.
Su Jin was slightly shocked." Qingmei, you' re actually able to drag yourself?"
She had been trained in Yinghe's hands. This wasn' t that heavy.
"Master, in the past, this servant has moved something heavier than this. It's nothing." Qingmei stood up, because she was a palace maid, her hair couldn' t be draped over. A strand of her hair fell down.
"It's been hard on you. Quickly go and rest. I' ve been tormented for so long, and I' m a little tired." Su Jin looked at her and couldn' t help but feel pained.
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