Sheng Mingzhui did not answer at once. He waited about ten minutes before finally asking, "Sheng Ya'er, what is it?"
"..."
Sheng Ya'er stared at Sheng Mingzhui, speechless. If he did not clearly remember Sheng Mingzhui asking that very question moments ago, he might have wondered whether he had traveled back ten minutes in time.
But he knew Sheng Mingzhui was not ill. Sheng Ya'er himself was the embodiment of disease, and every illness was under his control. Sheng Mingzhui was refusing him.
He looked at Sheng Mingzhui and asked, "If one-tenth of summer isn't enough, I can give you two-tenths. That's my limit."
Sheng Tulun had taken one-tenth, and Sheng Dading had taken two-tenths. Sheng Ya'er had only seven-tenths of summer left.
Losing three-tenths of summer from the four seasons already had an enormous impact. If he gave away another two-tenths, half of summer would be gone.
Sheng Mingzhui watched Sheng Ya'er in silence. Only after a long while did he say, "I'm not interested in your summer!"
"Then what do you want?" Sheng Ya'er asked through gritted teeth.
After another pause, Sheng Mingzhui said, "I want your Space Crystals. Don't you have two?"
"..."
Sheng Ya'er fell silent. He had once had two, but now only one remained. The other was in Nameless's hands, and he was searching everywhere for allies precisely to fend off Nameless's impending attack.
"An enemy took that one," Sheng Ya'er finally said through gritted teeth.
After a while, Sheng Mingzhui said, "You still have one."
"Impossible. I still need that one. How about this... I promise to find you a Space Crystal within a million years. Help me this time!" Sheng Ya'er said at once.
Sheng Mingzhui fell silent again. Sheng Ya'er watched him closely. Realizing his offer had not moved Sheng Mingzhui,