A Low Laugh like the Roar of a Devil

Rong Xuelong looked at his widened peach blossom eyes that were almost identical to Jiang Chenglong's.

At that moment, she actually felt upset and her tears almost fell uncontrollably.

"Hey, you, you… even if you really want to die…" She choked."Even if you really want to die, before you die, please untie me… Be a good person until the end, Jiang Chengxi…"

Before she finished speaking, she had already lowered her head and cried.

"Ahem…" Suddenly, the man on the ground coughed, giving Rong Xuelong a shock.

"You're crying…" He said slowly.

"You're not dead?" Rong Xuelong realized that he was breathing again. She immediately retracted her tears and cursed. "If you're not dead, why are you pretending to be dead? Are you scaring me? Let me tell you, the cost of my crying is very expensive!"

Jiang Chengxi calmed down and said with difficulty, "Yes, if your ropes aren't untied, how would I dare to die… I'll serve you with my last breath…"