As Elder Song spoke, a knife appeared in his hand and pressed against her face. Looking at Nangong Rou's charming face, he clicked his tongue twice. "Such a beautiful face. If I cut my face a few times and make it ugly, do you think He Wuya will still like it?"
Elder Song said coldly. Nangong Rou's eyes flashed a hint of fear. She still liked this beautiful face of hers. It was a good match for He Ya. She didn't want any damage on it.
He said lightly, "You're wrong. I'm also a poor man. He Ya took me here to save him and now he likes my beauty. He's just a p*****t. How can he be as important as you said?" As he said this, he squeezed out two drops of crocodile's tears, pretending to be pitiful.
He calculated in his heart that the purpose of these two bad old men wasiva. How could he let
