One against three (2)

"Then what do you want?" Leng ruoxue blinked her eyes and asked.

"I request to rest!" The reverent-God said matter-of-factly.

"How long do you need to rest?" Leng ruoxue was very patient.

"One ..." The reverent-God thought for a moment. Just as he said one word, he was interrupted by the anxious Leng ruoxue.

"One minute?" Leng ruoxue said on purpose.

“……”

The reverent-God was speechless. He could only look at Leng ruoxue, unable to say a word. He could not understand how this human woman could think of one minute. Was there a need for him to specifically request for one minute? Was he sick?

"Then ten per minute?" Leng ruoxue asked again.

"..." His opponent, the reverent-God, was still speechless.

"An hour?" Leng ruoxue saw that he was not saying anything and could only continue asking.