Sima inadvertently stepped forward and looked at Song Yan calmly and said, "Shen Shaoyin, if you let go smoke and Sifi now, I can give you a promise that you won't die!"

"It's up to me, you can't decide." Song Yan shook his head, but he regained his dignity. As usual, he was arrogant and unreasonable, just to play a good bandit, but now there is no need to repeat it. The change of temperament made Song Inkstone more dusty and stable.

"Brother Sima, why do these thieves talk to him and kill him directly?" The heart of the moon opens her mouth and her tone is full of killing...