My name is Su Jingren, and I am the unlucky captain of this death squad. The regent asked me to escort the princess to the Western Desert for marriage, and the teammates I gave him were more outrageous than the last - the scholar in white who killed thirty people with a snap of his fingers and said he had "a little knowledge of swordsmanship", the slutty prince who chased me all day long asking "Does the girl need a warm bed?", The sweeter the smile, the more ruthless he attacked beauties. The princess held my arm and cried: "Sister Su, I don't want to get married anymore, I want to be the emperor." I looked at these crazy teammates and then at the knife in my hand. Okay, this is counter-productive.
