"Mr. Monkey... do you hate me?"
An annoying voice came from behind him. Su'er had never known this woman to talk so much. Had she gone crazy after the cold and pain? She actually asked such a weak question...
Although he had already cursed in his heart, in reality, Su'er still kept his lips tightly closed, and only a wisp of white air flowed with his heavy breathing.
The dark clouds above his head, which had no visible boundaries, had disappeared, and the Black Ash that kept falling had also disappeared. After these obstacles were gone, even the temperature in the air became much higher. I don't know if it was Su'er's illusion.
Because a huge and uncrossable circular pit blocked his way, he had to spend more energy to bypass it... He said it as if he had a lot of energy.
Obviously, nothing worth being happy about happened, but on such a mechanical way forward, he inexplicably wanted to laugh in his heart.
From then on, Su'er made a judgment for himself.
I guess I did go crazy too.
"Are those stupid Flügels just going to blast the ground like shit?!" he finally couldn't help cursing. Even if he had to waste some energy talking, he didn't care. Su'er couldn't help it.
If there was a chance—he meant if there was a chance—he would definitely give those stupid Flügels a good punch! And stab them a few more times!
Su'er could even see the city Think described, just across these huge, bottomless pits. The straight-line distance was only a few kilometers, but because of the traces left by these Flügels, he had to go around a big circle.
Heavenly Smite.
To put it simply, the Flügels used huge energy to directly bombard the ground, leaving bottomless pits on the ground.
What Su'er said were just angry words. The land in front of him was wantonly ravaged, the place where the Flügels killed a Phantasma after losing twelve members. Let alone crossing over, just seeing the uneven terrain with huge drops made him feel desperate.
If the twelve Flügel could still appear in front of him now, let alone give them two punches, he wouldn't even have time to run away.
"Hahahahahaha! Right, that's it! Mr. Monkey, you understand now—the Flügel are such ugly monsters~" unlike the resentful Su'er, Think laughed forward and backward on his back, causing Su'er's unstable body to shake.
"Hey! Don't move!" Su'er hurriedly stabilized his shaking body and shouted. He was really helpless. Obviously, her body was almost disabled, but such a tragic reality did not bring the slightest worry to this woman, but became more wanton.
Then, of course, he fell down... Su'er's weak body at the moment was already very difficult to carry her forward, how could he withstand such a deliberate shaking?
Fortunately, the Black Ash accumulated on this place had long been blown into the pits by the wind, and the two did not feel the deep pain. There was no time to rant against this crazy woman. Su'er hurriedly supported himself and tried to stand up again, but was pressed back by a hand on his chest.
Not understanding the meaning of Think's sudden action, Su'er turned his head in astonishment and looked at her. Did something abnormal happen?
Without explaining, Think just lay on the ground calmly, staring at the red sky above. The crazy laughter just now disappeared. This woman seemed to have two different faces, changing with her mood.
"You know it yourself, right, Mr. Monkey?" Think's voice suddenly became very calm. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have experienced all this at all, and maybe you could survive there for a long time with the food you collected."
Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?
Without trying to get up under Think's force, Su'er thought quickly in his mind, and the answer came out quickly.
"There's no point in saying this, right? Can anyone go back to the past and change the future?" not interested in following the enthusiasm of an Elf, Su'er pushed away the hand pressing on his chest and sat up.
"If I hadn't met you, I might have met other races or beasts in that desert and died a long time ago. If you think about it this way, wouldn't I still be alive and well now?" turning around and half-kneeling, he stretched out his hand in front of Think, and Su'er wanted to pull her up again. "It's meaningless to assume that this will never happen. Get up quickly and walk more while the weather is still good."
Looking at the hand stretched above her, and listening to the heavy breathing of the owner of the hand, Think didn't hold it, but just turned her head to the other side.
"Please go alone for the rest of the journey, Mr. Monkey," Think said calmly and quickly, looking at the city on the other side. "The defense measures there have all been broken. The remaining food grown over the years should be enough for you to survive for a long time..."
"Huh? What's wrong with you again?" The astonishment on his face turned into impatience. Su'er wants to forcibly pull Think up from the ground, "It's enough to say this once. Didn't I say that I'll live—"
"Unlike the cold before, I'm very sober now," she interrupted Su'er's words by raising her voice. Think almost rudely slapped Su'er's outstretched hand away, and her hexagonal pupils stared at him fiercely. "I know clearly what I'm talking about. These are not self-abandonment after being defeated by reality and emotionally collapsed. In fact, Mr. Monkey, you know it yourself, don't you?"
Looking up at Su'er from the ground, Think's index finger was pointing in the air, as if constantly poking Su'er's chest.
"You can't find enough food, and you can't get enough rest. You don't have enough physical strength to carry another person to the city... You know that yourself, right?"
...
Silence.
"If we continue to go on like this, the only result will be that we will all die at the gate of the city—on the contrary, at least one person can survive."
Think continued to speak calmly.
"Isn't it better for one person to survive than for both of us to die?"
"Ah~ I thought Mr. Monkey was already familiar with this kind of thing?"