With this kind of commotion, there must be at least a million mice, and that's not something the thirty-one of them can stop.
"Sir!" Qing Yi shouted: "I know you don't like to hear this now, I know you want to recklessly die with them, I heard Zhang Mengchan say that you've been blaming yourself a lot lately, punishing yourself by staying up all night. But sir, your death at this moment is utterly meaningless!"
"Sir! Iodophor must already have this realization. He knows he's here to die, but his death has nothing to do with you, this is a calamity for humanity, someone has to die!"
Qing Yi followed beside Qing Chen, watching the deranged expression on Qing Chen's face grow heavier with his tone: "Sir, your decision is correct, there's just one hour left until your return, Iodophor must have a way to bring back what you need to the Outer World. They have completed their mission, but have you completed yours? Sir, you have to go!"
