"It's not that I don't want to help, but I want to conserve my strength," Zhao Xi explained.
"Conserve? Your strength?"
The man wanted to strangle Zhao Xi to death.
Why was she still telling him about conserving her strength at this time? Was she waiting for him to die?
However, he snorted internally. Zhao Xi probably wanted him to die battling these demonic beasts so she would not have to kill him herself, right?
Unfortunately…
A glint flashed across his eyes as he glanced at Zhao Xi.
"If you want to conserve your strength, then so be it. However, I have to tell you something…"
"What?" Zhao Xi asked instinctively.
What did he want to say now? Haven't they talked enough on the way here? Her ears were growing calloused from all his chatter, and everything he was saying was nonsense.
"The Gu you gave me last time is quite useful," the man said to Zhao Xi, smiling.
