The three of them walked along the path at the edge of the elementary school. From time to time, Lu Qizhi would jump out and say a few words. Moreover, even if Murong Qiao and Nan Jin ignored him, he didn't feel awkward.
"His ability to talk to himself has always been good. [Like]"
"Help, he's clearly the only one talking among the three of them. Why do I still feel that it's noisy?"
"Perhaps this is Lu Qizhi's unique charm."
The three of them walked for about ten minutes, but they had never heard what Lu Qizhi said.
"Your… mouth doesn't feel dry?" Murong Qiao couldn't help but ask.
She only felt that Lu Qizhi was really talkative. She couldn't be bothered, but she was quite surprised by Lu Qizhi's lung capacity and topics.
Lu Qizhi shook his head. "I—"
However, just as he started speaking, his words were interrupted by the emptiness under his feet. Then, his body leaned back and he fell into the pit a meter lower.
