"What do they look like, isn't it?" Xia Yihan was dragged by Yezimo, and Yezimo shook his head and made a new sofa.

"Say what they look like." Asked Leaf Ink low.

The woman bit her lip, and the bright lips were bloodstained: "What can you give me if I tell you?"

"What do you want?" Leaf inks pick eyebrows.

"I want to stay here." The woman whispered.

Xia Yihan looked at Xia Yihan's leaf ink, and his eyes were thirsty. Xia Yihan patted Xia Yihan's back with a placative pat and said, "If the information you said is valuable."

The woman thought for a moment and said, "There is...