"Save me, Chu Qianli, save me, sir, sir save me!"
The water was about to reach Yu Linglong's neck.
Because she was sitting on the ground, she was the first one to be submerged.
Now, just by opening her mouth, the water would pour in as if trying to flood her lungs.
Yu Linglong kept screaming pitifully, calling for help.
Chu Qianli and Feng Dingchu exchanged looks.
To save or not to save?
Saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda.
But she had always harmed others, a bad person; rescuing a bad person might lead to even more good people being harmed by her in the future.
So perhaps not saving her would be best?
To save her would be to become an accomplice to this bad person!
I also felt this made sense.
So then...
Mmm...
Do not save.
Save ourselves first!
Both turned around at the same time.
On this point, Chu Qianli felt that this hermit-like expert shared a temperament similar to her own.