"What matter?" Lin Pengpeng was utterly baffled. "Which matter?"
Leland gave her a long look. "Forget it. It has nothing to do with Ingland anyway. Why should I meddle in other people's business?"
He turned and walked away, lifting the badly wounded Gene again as he went to rejoin the other team members.
Lin Pengpeng found it inexplicable. She hated people who only said half of what they meant.
When Feng Ling asked what had happened, Lin Pengpeng translated what Leland had just said.
Feng Ling fell silent for a moment after hearing it.
Studying her expression, Lin Pengpeng asked hesitantly, "So... are we still giving them the Cards? From what he just said, it sounds like there might be some hidden danger?"
Wang Xunmei looked at the Infected. The Cards were right beside them, yet not one of them reached out to touch them.
"I think they... they don't really want the Cards anymore either..." Wang Xunmei said softly.
Zhang Lu found it deeply regrettable. "If I were them, I'd have grabbed them already. What's wrong with wanting to stay alive?"
Feng Ling had been thinking about something else. When she came back to herself, she said, "I won't go back on a promise I've made. As for whether they absorb the Cards or not, that's up to them."
She started up the hillside, moving away from the air thick with the stench of blood.
More and more Syrin Birds gathered here, but Feng Ling had already calmed down completely. She could no longer muster the slightest interest in the Maze Monsters, as if she had entered the post-nut clarity phase (~_~).
Huangfu Miaomiao followed closely behind. Feng Ling, walking ahead, raised the Golden Egg and gently tossed it backward. Huangfu Miaomiao immediately caught it—
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