Space Stockpile: A Salted Fish Carried by an Apocalypse Big Boss

Shen Jing is reborn. At the moment of her death, she realizes that she is in the world of a book.

She is not the female lead, but merely a supporting female character, a tool for the female l...

Chapter 53 Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.

No, could he have been planning to cling to her from the start?

But then she suddenly heard Gu Yan say that he was about to die...

Shen Jing carefully observed Gu Yan's complexion and noticed that tiny veins were slowly appearing on his pale cheeks.

The veins on the back of the hand resting above the eyes were slowly becoming visible.

Gu Yan's tone was gloomy: "What's so good about this world? So many people die every day."

Shen Jing agreed, but what would happen to humanity if this world didn't exist?

Is it even necessary to discuss such a fantastical topic?

Gu Yan moved his arm away, revealing half of his face as he stared at Shen Jing and said, "If I told you that killing me would end this apocalypse, would you kill me?"

Shen Jing was having trouble keeping up with this big shot's train of thought, and she even glanced at her watch.

Half an hour later, she was still discussing life and death with him.

Very good, very apocalyptic! And a huge waste of her time.

Gu Yan saw that Shen Jing wanted to leave, but he held her arm tightly instead of letting go.

"Answer me."

"Find yourself a rope and walk carefully!"

Shen Jing huffed and puffed away his hand before leaving Gu Yan's house.

As she walked, she reviewed the map on her phone. There were actually a few other suitable locations, but they were quite far from the lake.

So be it. She realized that she and Gu Yan were on different wavelengths and couldn't communicate at all.

Shen Jing went home and pretended to take a stroll around.

Before opening the door again, she took out her skis from the space.

Just as she was about to slip Li Wei's address to his house, her wrist was grabbed, and the person's fingers were colder than the snow outside.

She blurted out, "Not dead?"