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Chapter 142 I'm Actually Dead

"Hahaha, Jin Jinshang..." Nan Rusheng was the most ticklish, the kind of want to hold back, couldn't hold back, and couldn't hide, burst out in an instant like feathers brushing by, begging for mercy again and again, "I was wrong Jin Shang hhh "

Mu Jinshang saw Nan Rusheng's face turned red with a smile, and stopped his hands in distress.

Nan Rusheng clutched his stomach and coughed a few times, and fell into Mu Jinshang's arms with a weak smile.

Mu Jinshang took advantage of the situation and sat down. Nan Rusheng happened to be sitting on Mu Jinshang's lap. She was not pretentious anymore. She leaned her head on Mu Jinshang's shoulder. With a thump on his chest, he said, "You are the worst."

Mu Jinshang made Nan Rusheng happy, stopped Nan Rusheng, picked up the salt jar and asked, "How can there be such beautiful salt?"

"Looks good?" Nan Rusheng raised his head, snorted a few times and said, "If you look good, marry the salt beauty and make her the queen concubine of salt. This salt beauty is salty but not vulgar. She will definitely support you. Once it bullies you, it can kill him."

"You are the only one who is poor." Mu Jinshang shook his legs helplessly.

Afterwards, Mu Jinshang put his fingers against Nan Rusheng's chin, and Ziye Hanxing's eyes were full of charm, and he gently opened his dark lips and said: "I don't know how powerful Yan Mei is, but I prefer Ru Concubine Sheng, if someone bullies Concubine Rusheng, I will kill him with the beauty of salt."

"You are also poor." Nan Rusheng squeezed into Mu Jinshang's arms, "There are harmful substances in the salt block, this is good salt, called fine salt, I made it."

Seeing that Mu Jinshang was puzzled, Nan Rusheng told Mu Jinshang the method in detail.

Mu Jinshang's eyebrows were filled with joy. To be honest, he had never seen such a good-looking salt. If it was popularized, it would definitely benefit the people. He asked, "Rusheng, how did you know this method."

Nan Rusheng was most afraid of asking this question, so he said playfully, "It's inherited from the ancestors."

"Your family used to sell salt?" Mu Jinshang asked in surprise, knowing that it was impossible.

Nan Rusheng: "." You are the one who sells salt, and your whole family sells salt. It is the wisdom of contemporary mankind, which is passed down from the descendants of Yan and Huang.

"You might not believe it when you tell it." Nan Rusheng blinked, and looked directly into Mu Jinshang's eyes without any guilt, "I've seen it before."

"where is it?"

"dreaming."

Knowing that Nan Rusheng didn't want to tell the truth, Mu Jinshang was a little disappointed in his eyes, but he cheered up and said, "Okay, Rusheng said that it was in a dream, it was in a dream."

"Jin Shang, I." Nan Rusheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Mu Jinshang stretched out his right index finger to block Nan Rusheng's lips, exuding irresistible force all over his body, blinked his deep black eyes, shook his head calmly and said, "I'll wait for the day you are willing to tell me. "

Nan Rusheng felt sore and warm at the same time, but the pain still accounted for a large part. She felt that she was too selfish, but there was nothing she could do, so she said softly, "Okay."

She was very afraid that Jinshang would not be able to accept it and would treat her as a different kind. In fact, she was just a coward. She looked at Mu Jinshang with a vague gaze, her vision gradually blurred and unfocused.

She doesn't know how to manage love, but she knows that trust is the foundation of love. She can't break the feudal superstition, but she can try to believe in Jinshang.

After all, Jinshang is different from others, he has long accepted some of her bold ideas, and he will definitely accept her true identity.

Nan Rusheng raised her head abruptly, held Mu Jinshang's hand, and said passionately, "Actually, I'm already dead."

Mu Jinshang: "???" Who's scaring who? If he believes it, it won't work.

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