"I'll give it some serious thought."
That was Luo Qiu's answer to Song Ying's question.
Of course, Song Ying had never expected to get the answer she wanted—for this man was far too calm... so calm that it was even a little frightening.
No matter how strong a person was, how indifferent they were to life and death, or how hard they tried to pretend to be calm, there were always traces to follow.
He felt no pity for the white man who had cheated, nor had he shown the slightest reaction to the man's severed palm. As for the final scene, when the man was fed to the crocodiles, it had looked even more like he was watching a circus performance—and not a particularly brilliant one at that.
Either he was utterly cold-blooded, or he had been born emotionally defective—or perhaps, to him, this sort of thing was simply child's play.
"Just who are you?" Song Ying stared at Luo Qiu again, trying her best to catch even the slightest change in his expression.
"To you, I'm Luo Qiu." Luo Qiu thought for a moment.
"To us?" Song Ying frowned. "Then who are you when you're not with us?"
"Miss Song, you don't need to worry about so many things." Luo Qiu smiled faintly. "In fact, I won't be staying long. Maybe a few days, maybe a week, and then I'll leave."
"You're leaving?" Song Ying heard an unexpected answer.
"We'll see. If there are more interesting things here, I might stay a few more days." Luo Qiu spoke calmly.
"Is that so?" Song Ying raised her brows and snorted. "Good. I'll make you feel more bored than you ever have before."
With that, Song Ying said no more and stopped paying attention to Luo Qiu. Accompanied by Ortas,