Perhaps Su Jiameng's gaze was too sharp, and a certain Su-surnamed guy couldn't bear it, awkwardly saying, "Alright, if you don't want to answer, I can still guess the right answer... The others have been KO'd by you... Um, Miss Su, considering that we kind of know each other, can I ask you for a favor? If you don't want to, it's okay not to agree..."
Su Lu was rambling there, and Su Jiameng only found this seemingly young man exceptionally amusing. Maybe not as strong as the previous Su Yanjing, but his chatterbox skills far surpassed the other. Now he wanted to make a request of her? She was curious to hear it.
"What is your request?" Su Jiameng finally spoke, the Laser Particle Sword hanging at her waist seemed to still carry the scent of blood, as she had used it to launch a surprise attack, sending those unfortunate ones to the Western Heaven, "If it's not excessive, I might agree."
