Yanran scratched her head: "As the saying goes, saving people is not about trivial matters. At this time, don't worry about the red tape."

Luo Ziheng shook his head: "No, unless you are willing to promise him."

Yanran really wanted to vomit disgustedly and said contemptuously: "Then what is the difference between you and a robber? If you don't carry me down the mountain, why would I give you so much money?" After pausing, he added, "What's the use of so much money?"

"I promise that you will not be eaten by a wolf when you go down the mountain." Another sentence is angering and unpaid.

Yanran was stunned for a while, don’t you say that the ancients are simple? Why did she feel so black-hearted?

Luo Ziheng didn't urge him, staring at her with a smile, waiting patiently.

Yanran was so sad that she was really afraid of being eaten by a wolf? Just think of encountering a robber.

In this situation, she didn't need to flatter him. Fortunately, the wooden stick in her hand could be used as a crutch, and maybe she could also defend herself. She threw the package around her to him: "The silver is here. Since it's yours, you can take it."

Luo Ziheng reached out and took it, weighed it with his hand. It was not light, and it seemed that there were many silver notes. Sure enough, he was ready to escape.

A sarcastic smile flashed across his lips. He wanted to let the heavy package go back, but when he watched her sitting on the ground put on her shoes, he patted the soil on her body without any image, and stood up with a wooden stick. After all, this was in line with the nature of a greedy hunter, and he didn't want to be exposed so quickly.

Luo Ziheng called his dog and led the way slowly. It took him a long time to turn around and watched Rong Yanran walking down the rugged mountain road with no desire to help at all. He looked like he was watching a show.

Yanran gritted her teeth, stopped talking, and saved her energy. Even if the pain on her feet made her forehead sweat beads, she would not say a word. For such a cold person, begging will not work.

Crystal beads of sweat flowed down their cheeks, moistening the hair on their ears and forehead.

Luo Ziheng looked at her painful and stubborn appearance, and his heart was so happy that it was so vivid. Where she couldn't see, the light bursting out from her eyes was filled with hatred and disgust.

Rong Yanran, Rong Yanran, the prime minister's daughter, a talented woman who is famous all over the world, and her face is so charming. She is so cold and proud, but she is so humble when facing death. I was really blind at the beginning, and she actually likes a woman like you.

Now the Prime Minister's Mansion is lively. Her daughter is assassinated and killed after getting married. She will be in a state of great power with the General Mansion. Unfortunately, she has been plotted against by her own daughter. Look, she is not living well? This selfish woman is useless to care for her parents so much. I don't know what your next purpose is, but I'm waiting to watch the show.

Today you finally feel the pain. Don’t worry, this is just beginning, your pain is still behind.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and a sharp murderous aura flashed quickly.

As she walked and stopped, she almost reached the foot of the mountain, her tight little face finally smiled again, and her clear eyes as water as she was paired with her delicate skin as snow, making her look even more brilliant. She raised her delicate and small hands and wiped the sweat on her face.
Chapter completed!