Not only that... you'd throw up all over my stomach, too.
The first suggestion had sounded serious enough, but the next bit took a strange turn.
The logic seemed sound, but was this really the time to worry about that?
Wait, this guy probably shouldn't be worried about it at all.
Fu Qian's answer had left Yuan Shan a little stunned. She looked as if she couldn't help but make a snarky remark, but then she suddenly stopped, seeming unsure what to say.
Fu Qian found her complicated reaction easy enough to understand.
Come on, what was he right now? A bona fide prisoner.
Hunters were usually thrilled when their prey got caught. They had no obligation to help clear things up.
The fact that he'd offered any advice at all was already more than generous, wasn't it?
Yes, though Wen Li currently looked like someone trying to scare people with ketchup, Fu Qian was inclined to believe that the poison she'd mentioned was real.
As a typical Mental System specialist, she might not have shown much in the way of direct combat ability, but her perceptiveness was certainly reliable.
Back in Shangjing, when the Second Order Angel Lord had tried to make a move, Wen Li had noticed—even though she hadn't yet reached the higher ranks—and had even found a way to send out a message.
Perhaps she'd stumbled onto something in her own field of expertise, but by comparison, hadn't she grown as well?
"Something's definitely wrong."
Before Fu Qian could speak again, someone else had already voiced her agreement while Chief Yuan was still wrestling with her mixed feelings.
Right, Sword Heart Clarity was here, too.
Fu Qian followed the voice and saw Liu Shuang standing with her sword drawn, on guard. He felt the satisfaction of