"Then why didn't you leave some for me? Don't you care about me anymore?" Of course, I'm not a starving ghost reincarnated to fight Qing Li for food.
Just thinking, if something goes wrong after eating it, at least we die together.
Qing Li glanced at me and instead warned me, "It's not time for desperation yet; you must not eat random things in Moonless City."
"Alright, I got it." In my heart, I was shouting that you just ate a ten-thousand-year-old biscuit yourself, yet you won't let me eat. Such double standards.
But on the surface, I was like a quail, not daring to utter a single word of objection.
Moonless City is vast, with roads crisscrossing and houses densely packed.
By the time Qing Li was born, the Human Snake Clan had long been extinct.
She only learned about Moonless City from ancient books; this was her first time here.
Looking at the city where time seems frozen, residents standing like statues.
