Hearing what the Rag Queen said, the hostage old brother, tied up hand and foot in the dim cave, rolled his eyes ungracefully, and the feeling of gloom in his heart need not be mentioned.
Ji You, carrying the hostage old brother, exited the cave first, then lifted her gaze to glance at the sky, seeing clear skies and bright sun—it was nice weather indeed.
So, Ji You cheerfully said to the hostage old brother, "Old brother, the weather's not bad, huh? Do you have any dreams or something?"
Hostage: "..."
The hostage really wanted to retort, "Why so much nonsense?"
Beside them, Sheng Qingyan covered her mouth, stealthily chuckling, "His dream is definitely to beat you to death."
The hostage old brother turned his head, glancing at Sheng Qingyan. He couldn't speak, but his eyes made his thoughts clear: "That's right! Beat the Rag Queen to death! But I won't let you off either, you dead Spicy Eye Little Cutie!"
Ji You looked at Sheng Qingyan and asked, "What are you thinking?"
