Song qingxiao's eyes glided over No. 7's bandaged hand and finally landed on his face. She nodded.
"Sure."
As she spoke, she stepped down from the tree. Number Seven's face twitched when he saw her action.
The withered tree had fallen down and was lying on the pit, forming a path to the other side of the pit.
However, when number three had ambushed number seven earlier, number seven had grabbed onto a tree in a moment of desperation to avoid falling into the pit.
The middle of the trunk of the dead tree was cracked by number Seven's hard claws, revealing the color inside the trunk.
Her action of retreating showed that song qingxiao was extremely cautious. She was afraid that number seven had done something to the tree.
Number Seven's eyes flickered. The next moment, she saw song Qing retreat to the side of the pit and drag the tree with great force.
