"There's just one problem, Sir Murphy."
Little Wei Ming flew up to make herself level with Murphy's shoulder, looking at the half-body city still wrapped in the scars of war outside the window, she softly said:
"Tell me, if I perish in another world, will my soul... "
"Such a cruel question."
Murphy shook his head.
He didn't want to discuss such topics with his little warrior at this time, after all, they were about to depart for the expedition, speaking of this seemed somewhat ominous.
But he knew why Little Wei Ming had such thoughts. He took a sip of his drink, and amidst the sweet and sour taste, he reached out and patted Little Wei Ming's shoulder, saying:
