Inside the room.
Jian Li's beautiful eyes were fixed on the window before her. Whether it was because she was too tense or not, Lu Xiu once again noticed faint patches of silver scales rising on the back of Jian Li's fair hand.
Speaking of which, what exactly was this beautiful girl's talent skill? Why did it look like it was out of her control?
The thought had only just surfaced.
Jian Li's fingers, wrapped around her wrist, suddenly tightened, forcefully suppressing the scales that had appeared.
"Jian Li?"
Lu Xiu frowned slightly from the grip. Looking at the girl before her, who had suddenly become as if facing a deadly enemy, she called her name again.
Jian Li finally came back to herself and abruptly let go of Lu Xiu's wrist.
This emotionless, deadpan girl, who had always been utterly unruffled, seemed a little anxious now, as if she wanted to say something, but the urgency of the situation no longer allowed her to delay for even a moment.
"Please don't leave this place."
She only left those words behind. Without explaining further, she turned straight around and became a gust of wind, hurrying away.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut.
The living room fell quiet again.
Lu Xiu rubbed her wrist, where several red marks had been squeezed out, and stood where she was, blinking. A trace of blank confusion appeared on her stunning face.
What did that mean? Why did she run off so fast?
The thought had only just appeared when a communication window popped up.
It was from Jian Li.
She had directly sent over the updated intelligence she had received.
Clearly, the information on the player side did not have the same restriction against being spread outward as the information the constructors had received.