One hundred seventy-three, master stinky hooligan
Sangmo, upon hearing this, immediately burst into a furious tirade, "At a time like this, Master, can't you be a bit selfish? Who is she anyway? Why are you protecting her so much?"
Just as the two were about to quarrel, the man's puppet doll suddenly raised a knife to Shen Yanqing's neck.
The man waved his hand and wrote another line, "Then none of you can leave."
"No, let's talk this over. Look at how beautiful she looks in that dress, just keep her here," Sangmo said with a hint of fawning in his tone.
On the other side, Su Jinyi's eyes had swelled from crying, and upon hearing this, she could only pitifully wipe away her tears, "There is no need for the venerable one to worry about me, Jinyi is willing to stay."
"That's great, miss is so noble," Sangmo said as she turned her head to look at the man, "We've agreed on this, we'll leave her here."