When Hao goes out, no man within a hundred meters of her dares to get close. After all, the man she lives with is firmly in the top spot in the central region and kills people without even blinking an eye. Bachi is the boss of a group, but there is not even a woman under his knees. How can he expect his personal female bodyguard to be so famous that he will not even take his own life if he gets ruthless?
But only they themselves know that living together is just for work convenience, and there is no personal relationship at all.
"A person as ruthless and ruthless as you is the most suitable person to be by my side."
"Weapons shouldn't have emotions, Yu, always remember your identity."
She is the unsheathed sword, the deadly poison, and the blazing muzzle. But every weapon will break and misfire one day. In his eyes, people are just tools for use. If they break, they must be replaced. There is nothing wrong with this.
"Even if I am not the one who is by your side in the end, I still want to see you stand at the top that day."
"Bachi, the weapon needs maintenance. Why do I curl the blade? Ask yourself."
Later, the snakehead pulled out the poisonous fang that glowed with deadly coldness, thinking that this would avoid the fatal weakness hidden in his heart.
Later, the old sword that had been abandoned regained its edge and faced each other again, with the muzzle pointing at her former master.
He could only abandon his armor under her offensive, surrender with both hands, and ask pitifully:
"Those knives are not as easy to use as you, what should I do?"
Intention: You are my armor and my weakness