480 sheets of Wasteland Chapter (42)_1

"What do you mean? You don't want to save her anymore?"

Fully aware this was his last lifeline, Ji Yicheng had originally planned to negotiate delicately with Fu Qian, striving to secure as many guarantees as possible. He had never imagined Fu Qian would refuse so bluntly and decisively.

"Do you know that she seems normal but can actually become a complete idiot at any moment?"

His voice already had a distinct hysterical edge.

"Don't panic."

Facing the man's roar, Fu Qian made a silencing gesture and turned his head towards Ailina.

"How do you feel?"

"Very good, very peaceful."

Ailina wore a warm, gentle smile.

"Cross is the same,"

"He hasn't been this spirited in a long time."

"I can see that."

Fu Qian nodded subtly, without changing his expression.

"Ailina."

Next to her, Cross looked at her, apparently feeling sorry, but his tone remained calm under the influence of the ruins.

The next moment, he turned back to Fu Qian and the other.

"I don't trust the two of you."