The sage was determined to die.

Although the girl couldn't understand their language most of the time, and much of their speech sounded like madmen raving to her.

But that doesn't mean she can't study.

Over the years, she has come to know that in addition to the real and the fake, people also have a layer of micro-expressions that are almost instinctive reactions.

As she expected, although the person in front of her tried his best to hide his indifference, this disguised indifference was itself a form of concern.

His micro-expressions initially surprised him instinctively, but then he couldn't help but care.

The girl added fuel to the fire, saying with a smile, "It's not surprising that I know all this."

She tapped her temple and said coldly, "After all, she can't be the only one who can study; that would be too unfair."

Ji Bai stared at her for a long time without saying a word, then suddenly smiled.

"You're bluffing me." He drew a circle in the air and said, "I feel like you're digging a pit for me. This pit is crudely dug and shallow, but I'm actually starting to feel like jumping into it."

The girl took a step back. The person in front of her didn't seem particularly agitated, but she still sensed a surge of anger from him.

"Give it a try?" Ji Bai said. "I really want to know, what do you want to do?"

……

How persistent can a person be about the things they are attached to?

Ji Ying was talking to himself, his hand on his mask, but his words were pointed.

He spoke somewhat awkwardly, using words that sounded rather unproficient: "The cost of addiction, I think that's the right word?"

Seeing that the old tortoise didn't reply, he kicked its shell and said, "At your age, still pretending to be illiterate?"

"Did you get water in your brain while you were swimming just now?" The old turtle glanced at him sideways. "Would I entrust all my precious and important memories to a puppet?"

Ji Ying clicked her tongue very quietly and said, "Being able to use beasts as incarnations, one's principles are certainly diverse."

He didn't expose the other person's attempt to save face, but instead began as if telling a fable: "A farmer found a piece of gold in his field, and he was convinced that there was something good in his field. He kept digging day and night, until the ground was in ruins. He missed the spring planting and could no longer sow seeds. If he didn't continue digging, he would not only lose everything but also become a laughingstock. So he had no choice but to keep digging..."

Seeing the old tortoise's pale face and silence, he chuckled and said, "Someone told me this principle, and don't you think it's quite fitting to describe us...?"

The old tortoise, having already been exposed for feigning death and now being lectured by a junior, was starting to lose his nerve. He deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Don't lump us together..."

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him turned his head to another position, forcing him to look. Under his clear vision, the figures of a man and a woman appeared exceptionally clear.

"What's this?"

The young man looked rather unfriendly, and his self-proclaimed genius-like demeanor inexplicably annoyed the old tortoise. He immediately noticed the armor on the young man's body, and there was no doubt that it was made of a very high-quality literary heart.

The girl standing beside him also seemed somewhat familiar, a familiar dislike washing over him. The next second, he heard the girl say, "Why don't you use your second Wenxin?"

"How did you know?" the young man asked, though his expression showed little surprise.

The old tortoise's eyes widened suddenly.