"Easy for you to say." How could it be so easy to implement it?
Number one's expression was gloomy. He looked at song qingxiao, who was playing with a petrified conch in her hand. It was probably the one she had picked up on the way to the stone house.
He didn't expect that she wouldn't throw away such a little thing, but put it in her pocket instead.
Beside the fire in the stone house, a few men with bows leaned close to the head man's ear and whispered something.
Their voices were very low, and their pronunciation was also very strange. The tip of their tongues trembled at a high frequency in their mouths to make a sound similar to chirping, which was how they communicated.
Therefore, even though the trial-takers could hear their voices clearly, they did not understand what they were saying.
Number one looked up. Through the tall, broken roof of the ancient building, he could vaguely see the blue starry sky.
