Su Qiao raised a brow. "How long have we been fleeing the famine already?"
"We fled all the way from the north to the south. Haven't we been through enough along the way? To have no wariness toward others at all, all I can say is that she really doesn't think things through."
"Right, is this woman Su Weixue a transmigrator or a reborn person?"
Judging by the way she acted, she didn't seem reborn. She seemed more like she had transmigrated from some unknown corner.
"Also, this woman has rosy cheeks and is clean all over. She doesn't look like a famine refugee who's lacking food and drink at all. Could she be carrying something good?"
Other than a treasure like a spatial artifact, Su Qiao couldn't think of anything else that could conceal things.
Host, not bad. You actually guessed that she had a spatial artifact.
Hehe, but her spatial artifact is bound to her soul. Don't even think about getting it before she dies.
444 sounded a little gleeful.
Su Qiao spat out the blade of grass in her mouth with a "ptui," then curled her lips into a cold smile. "You think that just because I can't take it, I can't do anything?"
Trying to keep it all for herself?
Not a chance.
444 knew that this wouldn't stump her either and scratched his chin.
Judging from all the signs, she probably didn't come from a peaceful plane, but from a time of chaos.
There was a ruthless look in Su Weixue's eyes, as though she treated human lives with indifference. Although she hid it quite well normally, the aura about her couldn't be concealed no matter what. Every now and then, a few traces of it would show.
A time of chaos?
Su Qiao immediately