Don't Even Think about It

Zhao Shuning's words.

Qing Ge, the leader of the mace clan, was unspeakably happy.

She could only bend her body and keep bowing, in order to express her gratitude.

"After you go back, move to a new place. In the future, don't hurt anyone again."

"Alright."

Those people deserved to die.

If he hadn't been greedy for money and women, how would he have died in the deep sea?

"That's right, benefactor."

Zhao Shuning quickly extended her hand.

"Don't call me benefactor, I haven't done anything yet."

Qingge smiled sweetly.

"Miss, Seahold has been lacking water for many years. In these few years, I have discovered that there is a natural spring under this Zhou Pass. That clear spring is right under our feet right now.

"Thank you very much."

Qingge left.

Zhao Shuning crouched down.