A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 610 Life and death calm (5)
"Hey! Bet only if you think about it, hehe, take a gamble, and the money you win is enough to go home and marry a wife." Bihe continued to seduce, smiling like a thief.

When the other prisoners saw it, they were envious. They deserved to die, and she deserved to die too. Others were lifeless and complained.

She is cheerful, life and death are calm.
It's been three days, and I haven't seen her face a day of pain. 
She has accepted her own mortality, the fact that she will die.

I'm just sorry, I broke my promise to Hong Cen, if Xin Xi is fine, I'm afraid it will be difficult to return to modern times.

Thinking of this, Bihe blinked, not necessarily, if Shin-xi finds the sensor, I will write out the operation method, and then bribe the jailer, it would be good to find a chance to give it to Shin-xi!

"Hey! Can you see the emperor? Tell him to execute me quickly..." Tomorrow is the fifth day, and she is not dead yet!Trouble, she hates suicide.Whether it's the 21st century or the modern age, she seriously despises people who commit suicide. To put it bluntly, they are no different from idiots or cowards.

"Your Majesty, forget it, what is our status and status? How can we meet the Emperor?" Several jailers were in a dilemma, and they knew her identity a little bit.A few eyeballs, only staring at her money.

When Bihe thought about it, she was right.paused.She said, "Okay, stop playing, and share the money with you."

Bihoken gave them the money.

They were naturally overjoyed.

She has this advantage, she doesn't value money, and even the money they gamble now is mostly rewarded by her.

"Hey, you guys get me some white paper, some more pens, some ink, I want to write." She fell to the ground, the cool floor, comfortable and heartfelt...

It didn't take long for these jailers to be very attentive and found her a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

After she said thank you, she lay down on the ground and started to draw.

In the death row prison, there are no beds, tables or anything other than a few straws.

(End of this chapter)