I Will Fight With You

Yellow sand danced in the desert, forming tornadoes that rushed into the air with wails.

This time, Zhang Ruochen stayed silent for a long time. Staring at Han Qiu, he said, "I never saw you as a servant. I can give you anything you wish. I will never be stingy about resources for you. However, there are some things I really can't give you."

If Zhang Ruochen gave in to Han Qiu's condition today, she would only ask for more in the future. This would lead to an unpredictable crisis.

The current Han Qiu was a sharp poisonous needle. He shouldn't touch her if he couldn't give her feelings. Once he touched her, he would never be able to turn back.

Han Qiu bit her lip and crystal tears appeared in her eyes. She formed a sword technique with her slender fingers.

Whoosh!

A saint sword flew out and hovered before her. It shone with black light.