Nalan Jing III

Nalan Jing ignored Zhang Tianlei, his hand holding Nalan Dai'er tightly as he slowly walked toward the crowd.

The Zhang family guards all drew their swords and pointed them at Nalan Jing, surrounding them.

Nalan Dai'er held Nalan Jing's hand nervously…

She was from the Nalan family, and she would never bow down to the enemy.

She would rather die than disgrace herself!

Zhang Tianlei frowned.

"This little girl is now ten years old. Initially, I thought she was young and wanted to raise her for a few more years. Since you are so disobedient now and have even stolen my spirit herbs, then I can only make her give her body in exchange for the spirit herbs."

He looked at Nalan Dai'er's stubborn little face. "I'll give you a chance. If you listen to me, I can let your brother live here for the rest of his life without worries. But if you disagree, I will force you to marry my son today, and I will kill your brother!"