Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

Su Li was pinched on her neck, but her face remained unchanged, as if she was not worried that she would die in the next second.

"Then it depends on whether your mechanism is fast or my hand is fast." Ji Lin's eyes were sharp as a knife, and his hand was placed on the slender, white and tender neck. Just a little bit of force, the saint Your Royal Highness will die away.

Su Li already felt that she was getting more and more uncomfortable. She had difficulty breathing and began to lack oxygen, but she still said with difficulty: "Naturally...not as good as your lord...cough cough..." After saying this, Ji Lin suddenly said Let go of her.

Su Li was clutching her neck, coughing and breathing the invigorating air while she hung her head. The green silk of a waterfall fell down and spread on the ground beside her.

Seeing that she seemed particularly uncomfortable, Ji Lin didn't know why she was a little uneasy, "Are you okay? I didn't exert much effort..."

Su Li finally stopped her cough and raised her head. Her eyes were crystal clear, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. She looked fragile as a chronically ill patient.

"Nothing... I'm not doing well these days. Just laughed."

Seeing her put down her hand, with the red handprints on her white neck, Ji Lin's uneasiness in her heart became more severe. "Aren't you a saint? Why are you so weak? What do those imperial doctors in the palace eat and can't give you treatment?"

Su Li chuckled lightly, "They can't help it. I ran out of energy the last time I sacrificed to the sky, so I was injured. The emperor can't cure it."

"It is said that the status of the saint is lofty, and one person is less than ten thousand, but in my opinion, it is very boring." Ji Lin sneered.

"You are right." Su Li was also very agreeable in her heart, "I don't remember what the outside world is like every day in this lifeless place."

"I'll take you out." Ji Lin said suddenly.

Su Li couldn't help but laugh, and even the corners of her eyebrows were dyed with a smile, "The thief Ji Lin not only steals the treasure, but also steals the saint?"

Ji Lin leaned over and raised her hand to lift her chin, "Saint, isn't it a baby too?"

This was extremely ambiguous, but Su Li couldn't help looking away, and there was no shyness on her face. "You'd better take the disguise away and say this."

This face is too spicy.

Ji Lin let go of her with a light cough, "This is the face of Wang Mazi who sells sauced duck in the north of the city, just use it as you like."

"Sauce duck?" Su Li couldn't help but widen her eyes, as if she couldn't help but excited.

Ah ah ah want to eat! Sauce duck! Want to eat! Sauce duck!

"You're a saint, don't you even have not eaten the sauced duck? But the royal cook of the palace should be very good. I used to eat a cup of soup, and the taste is absolutely amazing." Ji Lin recalled that. The taste, I missed it a little...otherwise, I would steal some food from the Imperial Dining Room?

"The saint is vegetarian." Su Li said aggrievedly, "I also want to eat a lot of delicious food... Being a saint is really not fun at all."

"Vegetarian?" Ji Lin's face was hard to look like, "Your saint is really too miserable."

"Not only must it be vegetarian, but also can't wear colors other than white. I heard that Concubine Chang wore a crimson dress with embroidered butterflies and flowers, and danced in the imperial garden. It attracted countless butterflies... and the lights in the Holy Virgin Hall could not be turned off. I haven't had a good rest for a long time..." Su Li couldn't stop as soon as she said it. After all, she was so wronged, she didn't want to be a saint and wanted to eat sauced duck!