"I say, was there really any need to ask that question again?"
Luo Chuan glanced sideways at Yao Ziyan, unable to understand her behavior. This girl's train of thought was always different from ordinary people's sometimes.
"Can't I ask?" Yao Ziyan returned the Magic Phone to Luo Chuan.
"Sure. Ask whatever you want."
Some matters simply were not worth arguing over, nor did they hold much meaning for discussion. Freedom of speech was everyone's right.
Yao Ziyan lightly raised her snow-white chin and gave a soft victorious hum.
Humming a familiar tune, she stood up and patted Luo Chuan on the shoulder.
"I'm going to prepare dinner."
"Need any help?"
"You'd only slow down my cooking." Yao Ziyan shook her head, leaving behind only a carefree silhouette.
Luo Chuan did not feel disappointed at all about being rejected yet again.
He opened the Magic Phone, intending to watch something to pass the boring time.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Bede, and I have now arrived at one of the most dangerous places in this world—the Desert of Death. Here, without the relevant survival skills, you might not even live through a single day. The scorching weather and arid environment can easily claim your life..."
A familiar voice sounded. The man whose face was etched with the vicissitudes of time leapt down from the flying demon beast.
"Wuhu—"
His figure plummeted swiftly, his voice fading away along with the wind.
Amid the endless yellow sand, a spot of white rapidly unfolded into a cloud, carrying the man as it slowly drifted into the distance...
At dinner, Anno and Yao Ziyan did most of the talking.
Perhaps it was Luo Chuan's imagination, but he always felt that something about the elf girl seemed different from before.
As for exactly what was different, he could