He asked tentatively, "What do you want to do?"
Xiaosuisui tilted her head, pouted, and said, "Your two knives are better than my Fourth Uncle's. I want them!"
"No way!" the Nanjiang guard flatly refused.
Upon hearing this, Xiaosuisui felt a little sad. If they don't want to give them to me, then never mind!
She was just about to return the scimitar in her hand to the Nanjiang guard when she heard the beautiful older sister next to her ask gently, "Don't you want to save your princess's life?"
The Nanjiang guard froze for a moment upon hearing this, then abruptly turned to look at Princess Ata on the bed.
Princess Ata's face was pale, and sweat drenched the hair on her forehead. This wasn't the most crucial part, however. The most important thing was that Princess Ata's beautiful eyes were fixed intently on him!
"I have another knife in my room. As long as you save my princess, I'll give you these two scimitars!"
Ultimately, the Nanjiang guard compromised.
