"Are you sure that after you run away, you can still come back to save someone?"
The languid and icy voice, carried by the cool night breeze, fell into her ears—her right ear seemed to lose sensation, aching to the bone with coldness.
Ni Rou shivered all over.
The person beside her was Mo Shangjun.
"Was that person just now you?" Ni Rou turned her stiff head almost incredulously towards Mo Shangjun.
"Otherwise?"
Lifting a finger, Mo Shangjun pushed up the training cap on her head, a slight smile hidden in her brows.
Seeing this casual smile, Ni Rou's expression became even more rigid, feeling a chill down her spine.
A coldness spread over her body. Ni Rou stiffened, looking at Mo Shangjun who acted as if nothing was the matter, feeling very oppressed.
After a moment, Ni Rou swallowed and looked towards Liang Zhiqiong and Lin Qi, who were still struggling in combat, and asked with a trembling voice, "Aren't you going to help?"
