C59 (2/2)

”Haha, little girl, you want to kill me?!” Wen Zheng, who didn't want to get drunk, suddenly woke up. He turned around and pressed Ying Lan under him. His right hand held the dagger in her hand, while his left hand moved wildly over her body.

”You, you're not drunk!”

”Just this little bit of wine is sufficient to knock me out. You really think highly of me!” ”Tell me, do you want me to kill him first, or tell me who the mastermind is?”

”The Blood Fiend Sect will never sell out their employers!” Ying Lan coldly snorted.

”Oh, so it's someone from Blood Fiend Sect. According to what I heard, there are people from Blood Fiend Sect everywhere. Could it be that you're really in this line of work?” ”Damn it, such a good girl, she's fine as long as she doesn't have anything to do as an assassin. What's the point of being a prostitute!” Wen Zheng burst out a curse and sat up. These assassins all have poor backgrounds. Otherwise, who would bother to do those dangerous things? If they were to carry out tasks with someone more skilled than them, they would die.

”You, you won't do that to me …” Ying Lan said with a red face.

”Although I'm not a gentleman, I would never force others to do something that they don't want to do, even though I really want to do it right now!” Wen Zheng said.

”You are a good person! ”At least, he's the best person I've ever met. I'm leaving!” As she spoke, she put on her clothes, got up, and opened the door.

Wen Zheng sat on the bed, thinking about who it was that wanted to kill him. He couldn't think of a reason for thinking about it for a long time, so he decided not to think about it.

”If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have called him out!” Wen Zheng muttered.

”And if I do?” At this moment, Inlan, who had already left, suddenly appeared and said. Wen Zheng didn't have time to react. By the time he did, Ying Lan was already right in front of him. She reached out her hands to hug him, and Wen Zheng quickly tore off his clothes … After the rain, both of them were drenched in sweat. At this moment, Ying Lan was lying on Wen Zheng's chest as she drew circles on his chest.

”You're actually a virgin!” Wen Zheng took a deep breath.

”So what if I am? From today onwards, won't I be the same as the people outside?” However, there was a hint of sadness in her words. For women like them, as long as they could live, as long as they could have a meal, nothing mattered anymore. This was what her trainer had told her when she was retraining herself.

”Don't be an assassin in the future, be my bodyguard. I'm your first man, and I hope I'm also the last!” Wen Zheng thought for a long time and then told her that he had to give her an explanation even if he did break her.

”What?” You, you want me? You want someone who just wanted to kill you? ” Inlan could not believe it.

”What do you want? Do you think you can kill me? If you don't want to say who is the employer, I won't force you, but you need to be careful, when you return to Cao Zhou Province, if you meet Zhu Xing'er, Huangfu Youqi, and also my fiancée, don't say that we have any relationship, just say that she's my bodyguard, and when the time is right, I will give you a name! ” After Wen Zheng finished speaking, he put on his clothes and walked outside.

”Think about it carefully. It's easier to be an assassin, or a bodyguard. Furthermore, a bodyguard will be promoted to a wife. ”I've thought about it, but you have to hurry up. I should be leaving by noon tomorrow.” Wen Zheng said to Ying Lan and opened the door to leave, leaving Ying Lan with a blank face, there were tears.

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