Su Mingan raised his hand and pressed the gun out of the good guy's hand.

Under the good man's puzzled gaze, Su Mingan raised his right hand and spoke softly:

“Give me a camellia.”

The snow-white silk ribbon twisted and turned, and a red camellia with petals embracing each other bloomed in Su Mingan's palm. It was the effect of an "infinite bouquet".

Su Mingan walked out, pinching a camellia.

"You..." The good guy suddenly realized that Su Ming'an wanted to lure Tianying away and make sure Tianying only focused on Su Ming'an.

"You may not know." Su Ming'an raised his lips: "Due to my rich experience, I am particularly good at dealing with such crazy people. Don't worry, the remaining poison has subsided, and I can act."

The good man was dumbfounded.

...This is considered rich experience, but what a bad experience this is.

"No! You can't control her." The good man stood up and put his hand on Su Mingan's shoulder.

"This is just child's play in my eyes. I have seen crazier people." Su Ming'an smiled and said, "Believe me, I have things I have to do. I am not a fragile glass bottle."

Perhaps his deepest concern was touched, and the good man let go of his hand.

The calf injury gradually eased and Su Mingan walked out.

"Wait a moment." A deep voice sounded behind him.

Su Mingan stopped and looked back.

Under the green fluorescent light of the porch, the thin figure walked into the dim light and revealed a face.

A full forehead, long and thin black eyebrows, very lively eyes, and wide and thin lips.

At first glance, there is a kind of beauty and tolerance that is difficult to distinguish between genders.

"Since we are going to part ways, at least I will let you see what I look like clearly." The good man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly:

"My name is Chiqin. It was a pleasure chatting with you. If we meet again, I will give you a sword tassel that I wove myself. In my hometown, it means to keep you safe."

——It’s actually her?

Su Mingan didn't expect this answer.

She had changed a lot from the image in Su Mingan's memory. Her hair was cut much shorter and her voice became hoarse. But her core was still the same, with the kindness of a knight.

The palms are rough because of years of sword practice.

He is extremely strong because he is a knight.

That's why she found the title "Sir" funny.

Not a mighty man, but a solid woman.

Su Mingan had been lying on top of her before and could feel her strong muscles. She never neglected to exercise, so naturally she wasn't weak and frail.

"Ma'am." Su Mingan immediately corrected the address: "Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)