After a long time, Zhou Zhiruo said to Zhao Linger: "Old, no, sister, when will you contact them?"
Zhao Linger smiled helplessly: "My dear sister, I'm afraid that my image as an old woman has been engraved in your bones. You really make me mad. Well, well, I'm not in the mood to deal with you now. I've saved up all the times you call me an old woman. One day, I will definitely give you a good beating."
…
A moment later, Zhao Linger brought Zhou Zhiruo to the front of the caravan.
Zhao Linger didn't say a word, she just glanced at the leader of the caravan casually.
The leader of the caravan was a woman in her thirties, with a black veil covering her cheeks.
The woman and Zhao Linger looked into each other's eyes, and Zhao Linger gently swayed the hem of her skirt around her waist.
A token made of gold sparkled brightly under the setting sun.
The woman with a black veil on her face was slightly stunned. She did not speak to Zhao Linger immediately, but just nodded to her gently.
…
Late at night, around midnight, Zhao Linger had just used a set of grappling techniques on the beautiful Zhou Zhiruo.
At this moment, both of them were sweating profusely.
Zhou Zhiruo said aggrievedly: "Old woman, you can't bully others like this. When my man comes, I will ask him to beat you up."
Zhao Linger said, "You little slut, you still dare to be stubborn. What happened just now doesn't count. Let me help you loosen up your muscles again."
"Ah, don't..."
Knock, knock, knock. Just when Zhao Linger was about to teach Zhou Zhiruo a lesson again, a knock on the door interrupted her.
Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo grabbed the swords beside their pillows in an instant.
"Who?" Zhao Linger asked.
The person outside the door quickly replied: "Master, I am Sister Liu's subordinate, my name is Han Qi."
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