"What the hell do you mean? I just know that only by staying alive can you have everything. If you're dead, you have nothing." Song Xi shouted indignantly.
"Fatty, calm down. The ideas of every class have been formed over thousands of years, and they can't be changed by a word or two from you. You're not wrong, and neither is A Yuan." Tang Mian promptly stopped this pointless argument.
"Tang Mian, then what do you suggest we do?" Song Xi looked at Tang Mian and asked.
"Whatever we do, we must wait until Zhengxiang wakes up before we discuss it further." Tang Mian said, looking at Zhou Feng in his arms.
"Damn it! Who the hell is that old ghost? We didn't even have a chance to fight back before we were heavily injured. Could that old ghost be an Innate master?" Song Xi muttered angrily.
