Chapter 172: Do you have any requests for your funeral?

Outside the window, a bleak cold wind incessantly swept as the ship lights swung to and fro.

Little Crow removed her muddy boots and left them at the door.

"I'm coming in."

Examine his body? Chen Qi tilted his head and accepted the map from the Ice Demon Pirate Group.

Little Crow did not speak, moving like a professional agent to the wall to ensure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Then, looking around and finding no extra chair, she asked wearily:

"May I use your bed?"

"Sure."

Pop!

The bed was so soft, really comfortable... Little Crow, with a bang, sprawled out on the bed:

"Do you know? In one day and five hours, you're going to die..."

"One day and five hours?"

Chen Qi displayed a thoughtful expression.

This was roughly the time the ship would reach its destination.

Little Crow bit her bright red lips, speaking with a touch of self-mockery: