Qiao Jinjin blinked her tears: "Are you really Mr. Rong Su, the young lord of Wuji City?"
"It's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake." He showed his belt.
"You still won't kill me?"
"How can it be so bloody down here?"
"You don't need me to be a cow or a horse in return?"
"Not only don't you need to be a cow or horse, but you will also be worshiped as a goddess." Rong Su wrapped Qiao Jinjin's cold fingertips, "I, Wuji Rongsu, would like to use the city as a betrothal to marry the girl. I wonder what the girl wants?"
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