Maimai summoned her courage and said nothing more.
Since she was little, Ling Maimai has been fortunate; she won't die, and neither will Sheng Sheng.
She believed that her father would arrive soon!
Yes, Maimai, don't be afraid, don't be scared, your father will come and save you.
In her heart, Maimai kept cheering herself up.
"Lock these two people up now, chop off their heads. Tomorrow is my son's hundredth day; I want to personally tell him,
his father avenged him!" Yuan Heng stood up, looking as if he were about to leave.
Now?
Maimai staggered a bit.
"Wait."
Maimai yelled.
"Do you have something else to say?"
Maimai mustered her courage, raised her head, and looked at him: "Don't you just want to use Sheng Sheng and me as sacrifices? Using dead heads, why not use living people, take me and Sheng Sheng alive to Yuan Shao's grave, let him see us die with his own eyes, wouldn't that be more satisfying?"
Yuan Heng laughed: "Trying to buy time, are you?"
