Feng Luo initially wanted to extend his right hand, but stopped.
For some reason, his heart which was able to clearly discern game from reality was moved. He extended his right arm and placed his hand on top of Sulli's head. As he felt the searing heat on her forehead, he raised his brow.
"Body temperature has reached 43 degrees Celcius. Heart rate increased to 205 per minute."
Although Phoenix sounded cold, her cold and expressionless eyes now had a bit of anxiety mixed within.
To her, Sulli's realism was perhaps above Feng Luo and Onishi, the two players.
"Let's get out of here first. I might know someone who can deal with this problem." Feng Luo said with a sullen face.
He did not know what was wrong with little Sulli at the moment. It may be caused by the T-virus or the G-virus infection, or perhaps it was something else entirely.
