"Nothing."
He had four no-kills.
But now, with this stranger who he thought could become a friend, it no longer mattered.
Naturally, Cao Erzhu lost the desire to explain.
He grabbed the girl by her slender arm and lifted her out of the water.
After all, it was Xi who harbored malice towards him from the beginning, not Yu Zhiwen.
He tossed the girl onto the shore, turned his head away, and started walking down the mountain without another glance.
"Wait a quarter of an hour, then save him."
"I'm heading down the mountain, don't force me to take action again."
Yu Zhiwen watched the hulking figure leave in silence and realized that perhaps this person did not know Xu Xiaoshou.
Neither enemy nor friend.
Between them was a kind of unfamiliarity, perhaps only a fleeting encounter, or even a mere spiritual connection.
Naturally, there was no question of whether to help or not.