Next time? Who knows when the next time will be? Gu Ningzhi readily agreed, but his mind was filled with different thoughts. Maybe by the next time, the war with the Insect Race would have already erupted, and Su Jiameng's identity would be exposed?
Speaking of the Insect Race... while Gong Yulu wasn't paying attention, Gu Ningzhi privately messaged the link to the novel "Tragic Life of Su Shaojiang" to his elder brother, along with a sentence, "Although some things are a bit fantastical, in the vast universe, they might still happen."
This hint was already obvious enough. As long as his big brother wasn't an idiot, he could pick up on something.
Gu Ningyi looked at the novel link, his brows tightly knit. He was a very busy man and didn't have the habit of reading novels. What was this unreliable, brother-tormenting second brother thinking, pulling such a mysterious stunt?
