Outside the coffee shop, Chen Xi suddenly remembered something important.
She stopped and grabbed Lin Yue, unable to contain her excitement. "Lin Yue, you haven't claimed the Butcher yet, have you?"
Because of her assumptions—and because Lin Yue herself had never said anything—Chen Xi had based all her plans on the assumption that Lin Yue had claimed the Butcher and been marked by Qianqi Weiming.
But it was now nine thirty in the morning on the 17th, and Lin Yue wasn't supposed to claim the Butcher until eleven.
"Ah, well..."
Under Chen Xi's expectant gaze, Lin Yue blinked and summoned the Chainsaw Cleaver.
"What?!"
So every Legend Lin Yue had claimed was still there?
Chen Xi couldn't hold back her anger. "How is that possible?! Isn't that something that only happens this afternoon in the future?"
She wasn't overreacting. This was seriously messing with her head.
It was like winning the lottery and going to collect the prize, only to be told, "Sorry, someone already claimed your ticket in the future."
"Ha ha..." Lin Yue scratched her head awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Seeing that Lin Yue couldn't explain herself, Chen Xi had to patch the hole herself and "convince" her present self.
Her emotions settled, and she returned to her usual composure.
The girl spoke calmly. "I understand. Your ability... isn't just Future Foresight."
"You can also bring things back from the future you see, right?"
Chen Xi racked her brains and finally came up with a fairly reasonable explanation.
Seeing the opening, Lin Yue quickly went along with it. She fixed Chen Xi with a look that said, "You figured that out too?" and explained:
"That's right. I was afraid it sounded too far-fetched and you wouldn't believe me, so I didn't tell you. That's why you