When Mo Lusu saw Qiao Yaruan, he knitted his brows slightly as if he did not wish to go with Qiao Yaruan. After all, it was a disaster area, not a good place.
"Lusu, what a coincidence."
Just as Mo Lusu was heading to the back, Lan Xin suddenly greeted him.
Mo Lusu looked down and nodded indifferently. His attitude towards her was also lukewarm.
Qiao Yaruan glanced over to the front. She then leaned on Shui Anluo's shoulder and asked, "Do you think Senior Sister Lan Xin has feelings for Senior Brother?"
"Don't know." Shui Anluo considered. "Whatever it is, she doesn't like Chu Ningyi."
"Good taste. True male deities are indeed like delicious pastries, anyone would like them. Men like yours, however, just need to be worshipped." Qiao Yaruan clicked her tongue.
