Everyone had guessed that Jie Feiying's suggestion was not a good one, but in order to save her own life, she could not care so much. Among the people present, everyone had been tortured by the sacred armored dragon lizard until they were half dead. Only Ling Chuxi and a few others still had some strength left and could hold on for a while. Some kind people felt guilty but didn't dare to say anything. In such a situation, if they said one more word, they would be pushed out by Jie Feiying to be cannon fodder. So these people who couldn't bear it all lowered their heads and didn't say a word in shame.
"Junior-martial nephew Jie, you're not thinking of sending us to our deaths, are you?" Ling Chuxi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile that was not a smile.
