C549 The Scheming of a Foster Son

Ruo Shui walked in front of the assassin with a depressed mood. Seeing him panting heavily, his clothes were ragged, and his clothes were stained with blood. Only his hands looked delicate and pretty.

"Still holding on, is there any meaning?" Ruo Shui stared at him for a long time and asked softly.

"I am a country bumpkin, and I do things for money. If I capture the Witch King