Chapter 1694 Loneliness

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Chapter 1694 Loneliness

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"You're smarter than me and I thought you might have found a method," Fang Sheng Lin said.

Long Qian Xing rolled his eyes. "I think the others who come here might be more proficient than me. That man is a technician and Yun Xiang is more thoughtful than me when it comes to making plans."

"Right... but Song Yun Xiang is now our enemy." Fang Sheng Lin laughed. "I guess things have never changed in a way."

Long Qian Xing didn't respond and only looked into the distance. He had seen Song Yun Xiang's condition and felt that when they were all coming here, it was not all very good. They had to exchange something in order to have something else. "You should try not to overuse your strength all the time," Long Qian Xing said. "Perhaps, you'll be able to last longer."

It would eventually come down to the fact that she herself transmigrated into this world. But she was different from the seven of them.

They knew each other and even if their relationship was not very good back then, but at the very least, they knew each other. Some of them were even friends and knowing that they were not alone could make them felt better. Even if they all ended up as enemies, but it was not like they hadn't fought back then, thus they could still maintain this strange friendship. Just because they all came from the same world and knew each other. Perhaps, only Nan Hua would not have any thoughts about returning to her previous world. Because she knew how much she wanted to leave from that place, leaving the restrain that bound her entire life, free from the control of that organization. Her life was very bad.

Even if she had accepted that it was part of her past that she could never change, but she didn't want to return to that world.

Never would she ever want to.

Nan Hua silently jumped down from the tree and made her way back to her tent, her expression remained cold and indifferent. UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m