One hundred and seventeen. The answer of despair

"Do you dress formally because of her? The girlfriend who went missing,"

Yang Chunxue leaped onto the railing and lightly landed on the iron chain, swinging her legs leisurely.

"I started wearing suits before I met her."

Lu Li looked down at the jade pendant in his palm; the mercury-like liquid stayed in the center of the Bagua Jade Pendant, no longer pointing in any direction.

Yang Chunxue tilted her head backward, her black hair like silk cascading down as she looked up at Lu Li upside down: "How are we going to find her in such a large area?"

Lu Li slowly stepped back, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters. When he reached thirty-five meters, the liquid in the center moved toward Qian, which was straight ahead.

Lu Li looked up and said to Yang Chunxue drifting toward him, "There's a method called triangulation."