In order to let the other party know that she is afraid and understand the rules, Yuan Wense still pressed the dagger and cut a blood stream on her face to let the blood flow out. The wound was very shallow. If it was taken good care of, it would not leave any scars.

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But Ling Ruojing felt as if the end of the world was coming, because all her life was based on her having a beautiful face. If her face was ruined, her life would be completely ruined!

"Please, don't be like this, don't be like this, I will do whatever you say! If you want, I can take off my clothes and sleep with these three men. I can do anything. Please don't hurt me!" Ling Ruojing cried, looking very nervous.

The poor three men swallowed their saliva at the same time. The proposal was so exciting.

Yuan Wense said straightforwardly, "I don't care who you sleep with, I just want your life!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm very useful." Ling Ruojing cried miserably, like a child weighing a hundred pounds.

Yuan Wense stood up. She didn't have much fun in bullying the weak, but if the opponent represented the Chinese Pastoral Team, she felt it was necessary to do this, at least to vent her anger!

Yuan Wense left and stared at Ling Ruojing calmly... It turned out that this woman's life had been ruined long ago!

Perhaps those past setbacks and tribulations still left a huge mark on this woman's heart, so Ling Ruojing is completely different from the image of the energetic green tea bitch heroine in her memory.

Yuan Wense thought that even if Ling Ruojing was not killed, the task should be almost completed.

Because this woman was trained by Japanese perverts, she is no longer a real person. At most, she is a slave girl with a special purpose. She has no self-esteem and no shame. There is no difference between living and dying for such a person.

Yuan Wense originally thought that he would face a very difficult enemy to deal with, but now that he found that his opponent had already tried to kill him, he felt a little bored.

After a while, Ling Ruojing slowly calmed down. Looking at Yuan Wense, who was petite, with a childish face and a calm expression, Ling Ruojing was struggling wildly in her heart. She wanted to fight back, but in the past few years with China Pastoral, those terrible trainings

The method made her feel docile in her bones, which was a kind of worship of strength and authority.

The two emotions of nature and nurture collided fiercely. In the end, she looked at the gun in Yuan Wense's hand with some fear, sobbed softly, turned around and crawled to the ground, buried her head in the grass, and never stopped.

Not moving anymore.

There was an uproar inside and outside the court, and China Pastoral was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The divine turn of events was something no one expected! How could this number one socialite in the northern aristocratic circle have such a virtuous character?

The delicate and frail appearance does conform to the aesthetic taste of some men, but on such occasions, there are mostly criticisms.

Yuan Wense unceremoniously took away Ling Ruojing's gun and dagger and decided to leave. Looking back, she saw her three subordinates looking at her with admiration.

Yuan Wense walked a few steps, suddenly remembered, reached out and took away the car keys.
Chapter completed!