So obviously, it was a trap.
Lu Qing was plotting against someone.
But who was he plotting against?
Wang Ye thought seriously for two seconds before realizing there was no one else here besides himself.
He spent a few more seconds carefully considering what Lu Qing might be plotting against him, only to suddenly realize why the hell he was wasting time thinking about it. Whatever you're plotting, I'll just show myself. We can face it together. Wouldn't that be better?
Come on, then. I'm watching you.
Look me in the eye and plot against me openly.
And so, this scene came to be.
"Going back to God Burying City?"
"Didn't you still have to save the world?"
Wang Ye smiled cheerfully at Lu Qing, ready to enjoy his performance.
What made him want to complain was—
With your height and build, anyone could tell you're Liang Zhi Shui. And you're still wearing a damn mask. What are you even playing at?
Was it interesting?
But Lu Qing solemnly shook his head. "No. Maybe I'm not Liang Zhi Shui. Maybe I'm A Yao."
Wang Ye immediately went numb.
His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Lu Qing, trying to find some sign that he was joking.
But Lu Qing was far too serious when he said it.
Goosebumps rose all over Wang Ye's body.
If—just if—this guy had really put on an A Yao identity, that would be fucking terrifying. Then, thinking of Lu Wu, who was eagerly awaiting the revival of his beloved, Wang Ye felt a wave of sorrow.
That kid... was too miserable.
"I'm joking. I'm Liang Zhi Shui."
In the end, Lu Qing added another sentence, but that only made it seem more believable.
"Saving the Wasteland is naturally my duty."
"There really isn't any