The sage was determined to die.

Ji Bai did not speak again.

The girl stared at him without blinking, then suddenly said, "Speaking of which, I helped you, aren't you going to thank me?"

"grateful?"

Ji Bai seemed not to understand what she meant, but still said, "Oh, thank you."

Upon hearing his words, the girl's face suddenly fell; his insincere attitude was clearly a perfunctory response.

So she stopped beating around the bush and asked directly, "You got that Wenxin?"

Seeing that the other party was no longer beating around the bush, Ji Bai had no intention of continuing to lie and said directly, "I didn't get it."

"No?"

The first thing that popped into the girl's eyes was suspicion, and that strong distrust was almost overflowing. Then, as if she remembered something, she looked at Ji Bai, whose expression was firm.

"Why didn't you kill him?" the girl asked, as if intentionally offering him some guidance. "Wouldn't it have been easier to get the kill sooner?"

"Yeah?"

Ji Bai thought for a moment, even nodding for a moment, and then said in a very satisfied tone, "I think one should learn to be content, right? I already have two hearts of literature, of course I should be content."

The other party's unexpected self-destruction made the girl's expression very subtle.

She opened her mouth and whispered something, but her voice was so low that Ji Bai couldn't hear her clearly. He only heard her say, "I knew it..."

He didn't know what the other person was imagining, but before he could continue speaking, the girl's figure disappeared in an instant.

The next second, Ji Bai had a vague sense of foreboding. His armor thickened even more as he watched the departing figure, muttering to himself, "She couldn't have misunderstood, could she?"

However, reality didn't allow him to think too much. As soon as the girl left, a huge heat wave rushed towards him. The dragon's head slowly moved and turned towards Ji Bai's direction. Although it was a ferocious stone mountain, it inexplicably gave people a sense of oppression that only living things could have.

Ji Bai didn't hesitate any longer and moved backward frantically.

Sure enough, his premonition came true. Almost as soon as he left, the spot where he had been standing collapsed.

"Why does it feel like it's on time?"

Ji Bai clicked his tongue and, following his premonition, moved forward instead of retreating.

The next second, the dragon head suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, as if it had indigestion, right under Ji Bai's nose, its neck bent, the air vibrated, and it began to spew out from its huge mouth.

Ji Bai: "..."

No longer feeling any bad premonition, and seeing that there was no one else around, he leaned forward, his eyes following the pile of stuff that had been "spit out".

It was unclear from a distance, but Ji Bai could only make out the pile of things when he got closer.

Surprisingly, he was not unfamiliar with the subject.

Ji Bai bent down and picked up a piece of gravel that had splashed onto his feet. The stone was crystal clear and very sharp. It didn't feel hot to the touch as he had imagined; instead, it was quite cool.

"This thing..."

Isn't it just fragments of literary thought?

Ji Bai didn't know what he was thinking, but almost instinctively he wanted to drop what he was holding. However, it seemed as if the thing had grown tentacles and stuck tightly to his hand. What followed was that familiar stinging sensation.

The familiar yet sharp pain shot straight to his head, like an electric shock, causing his eyes to roll back.

It took me two seconds to come to my senses.