[Motherfucker!]
Shen Shili's scalp went numb, and his hair stood on end.
Beneath his tight-fitting battle suit, his skin erupted in goosebumps dense enough to induce trypophobia in an instant.
But in another blink, he felt an odd sense of relief and excitement.
[Did I actually guess what Ji Tianqi was thinking?]
This rarity also filled him with fear.
[Am I resonating with a lunatic? Haven't I caught it too? Is there something wrong with my mental state? Do I need psychological intervention?]
His emotions changed rapidly, his thoughts immensely complex, but he harbored no concerns about his own life or safety.
Because...
[Worst-case scenario, I'll just get ridden again.]
As he thought this, he heard Ji Tianqi's voice.
"Good that you know my capabilities,"
"Let's put aside the matter of mounts for now, and talk about the items I demand from you,"
"Scales and blood."
???
Shen Shili looked down at his own body, or more precisely, at the battle suit he was wearing.
