Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Apart from this, does Jing Jiaren have any other options?

She knew that at this time, she should face it with strength——

"I want to talk to him... His current situation may not necessarily agree to this game!"

"Miss Jing, this game tests your tacit understanding."

"The tacit understanding in hell," Jing Jiaren said with a sneer, "We are not conjoined twins... The tacit understanding should not be shown in this respect."

Vik stood up and glanced at Ximen Fenglie, seeing the master nod to let go of power, and then said: "Miss Jing's conditions, the master agreed."

Jing Jiaren stood up slowly with her body supported, her legs were messed up, and her eyes were burning with hatred towards Ximen Fenglie.

"You should change your clothes." Ximen Fenglie's cold gaze swept across her body, and he turned and sat back on the sofa.

Jing Jiaren's nightdress was wet, sticking to her body...

No wonder Ximen Fenglie's gaze was only fixed on her face.

"I don't want to waste time... lend me your clothes."

Vic took off his coat and handed it to her. Jing Jiaren put it on her shoulders and took the game box.

Jing Jiaren quickly read the rules of the game twice in a small manual...

Isn't it just letting Ximen Longting act as the character in the game to fight?

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips, put on the headset, and then put on the helmet.

"Miss Jing, are you sure you're ready to start?" Vic's voice sounded above his head.

"Ah."

I don't want to wait a second.

The picture on the screen flickered, as if some mechanism had been touched—click, click.

Ximen Longting's ring handcuffs and ankle chains were opened one after another.

Hanging in the air, he fell to the ground unexpectedly, Ximen Longting's hand pressed down on the ground, pulling the wound on his body.

"Miss Jing, you can talk now."

Jing Jiaren pressed the walkie-talkie protruding from her lips: "Ximen Longting, how do you feel?"

Her voice could be heard in the secret room, Ximen Longting's ears moved slightly, and his face instantly became extremely deep.

"Don't worry, I will rescue you, as long as you listen to my cooperation."

"Who asked you to come." Ximen Longting's hoarse voice came with noise, "Go."

"Ximen Longting..."

"Let's go!" He swung his fist, and swept it in front of him on the torture rack.

"Your father said, as long as I can take you out from here, everything will be over..."

"He's not my father!" Ximen Longting swept out with his fist again, with a disjointed sound, the fist hit too hard and hit the wall.

His body turned away, his face drooped, as if he wanted to escape from her.

"Jing Jiaren, let me go!"

Jing Jiaren's nose was sore, she raised her face slightly, and took several deep breaths.

"I'm going? Where are you going? My home is where you are... Have you forgotten? If you can't survive, I will die. I have done so much, can't I express my heart ? You let me go now..." Jing Jiaren's voice was rough and she coughed, "Are you telling me to die?"

Ximen Longting stiffened his back: "Don't force me!"

"Forcing you? I didn't... If you give up, I can do it too. The easiest way to get rid of it is to die." Jing Jiaren smiled, "Let's go together."

"..."

"If you can't see, I'll be your eyes. Even if you're blind, you'll be the most handsome blind man in the world." Jing Jiaren tried her best to maintain a smile, but her lips trembled violently.