Xia Chujian blurted out, "What about the High-Rank Insectoid's corpse? That was prime material!"
She had even been hoping to bring some back to upgrade her Mecha and weapons.
Seven Lù said, "...Judging from what happened outside, that High-Rank Insectoid probably Self-Destructed."
"Not even bones remained."
Xia Chujian sighed. "...What a waste."
She looked toward the window.
During the Space Warp, the Bat-style Fighter Jet had been in a fully sealed state. Only special instruments and equipment could show what was happening in outer space.
Of course, there were no such special instruments or equipment in her bedroom. That motion had merely been instinctive.
When people were in enclosed spaces, they instinctively looked for windows rather than doors.
After looking, she gave another bitter smile.
She bent down and carefully picked up the unconscious She Zhuyin, placing her on the bed.
She adjusted her Pillow and pulled the blanket over her.
Thinking of how Seven Lù had just said it could not understand how She Zhuyin's broken-down body had continued living all this time, let alone fought a High-Rank Insectoid, made her heart ache as if it were being twisted apart.
Xia Chujian did not understand why she cared for She Zhuyin as much as she cared for her Aunt Xia Yuanfang.
But then she thought it over. Aside from Aunt Xia Yuanfang, She Zhuyin was the second older woman who had treated her well without conditions, and she felt at ease.
Now, she would return the favor.
If someone treated her well, of course she would treat them well in return.
Otherwise, wouldn't she be an ungrateful beast?
With that thought, Xia Chujian immediately left the bedroom and headed toward the kitchen.
Although this Bat-style Fighter Jet was called "small," that was only in comparison to the two Bat-style