What kind of child was this? They originally thought her heart was cold as a blade and hard as steel.
However, she could turn around the next second and give some precious fruit to strangers.
This child was someone who was filled with contradictions and mystery.
A soldier took out a pear and ruthlessly bit into it, as though he wanted to shred apart the "look worse than beggars" remark and swallow it.
"This wood shed can hold up for about seven to eight more minutes," Qiao Mu calmly said. "Are you ready?"
Ready…
Everyone's voice was caught in their throat.
Ready to fight a bloody battle until the end! Ready to sacrifice their lives at any second…
Everyone held their breath in waiting. Mystic cultivators were also trying to recover their mystic energy as best as they could.
"Perhaps we'll die here today." Qiao Mu remained calm in the face of such danger. She continued to be the familiar little stoic.
