These words were obviously no longer a question. Yan Rong winked and made a face at her. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, actually preparing to use a large thorn to tap on the acupuncture points.
Knowing that he couldn't resist this rogue with a playful smile, he gritted his teeth and pondered for a moment, Zhuye Tong finally nodded.
She can't leave until her body is fully recovered. Judging from today's situation, even if Yan Rong lets her go, her body won't be able to support her to the next hiding place. If she encounters the assassin who is chasing him again, she may die.
It's going to be much worse than bad.
"Very good." Yan Rong showed a satisfied smile, then walked around to her in front of her, not forgetting to pat his broad back, and boasted happily, "Come up quickly, wait a minute
I guarantee that my sister Xiaotong will never forget it. The flying speed is not something you can feel casually. I guarantee you will think about the next time after taking this ride."
In terms of emotions, he really regards himself as a "fast horse", and he desperately promotes his advantages as if he is afraid that the passengers will be dissatisfied.[
Unfortunately, Zhuye Hitong still hesitated and refused to go up.