In the distance, a building slowly emerged, taking shape like a monstrous creature. Qiao Qiqi could see people on top, holding guns and patrolling back and forth, all dressed in yellow clothes similar to the yellow sand.
Qiao Qiqi's heart slightly trembled, and her fingers lightly tapped on the seat beside her.
"Are you afraid?" Feng Xiling suddenly leaned over.
"No! Just a bit nervous," Qiao Qiqi glared at him.
"I didn't expect there to be things in this world that could make you nervous, truly rare. Don't be anxious, I will protect your safety." Feng Xiling comforted her.
Qiao Qiqi, "..."
She was simply worried about not being able to rescue Sixth Brother.
As they spoke, the convoy arrived at the gate. Qiao Qiqi looked at the wall, which was at least five meters tall; climbing over it was truly as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
No matter what, she must get Sixth Brother out.
