"Where are the weapons?"

"Oh!" Li Qianxia spread her hands, and after about five heartbeats, a red steel gun emerged from the mist and appeared in her long-awaited hand.

A ten-centimeter-long tentacle floated from the end of the spear.

The tentacles, like parasites, burrowed into the base of Li Qianxia's palm and connected to her body.

Li Qianxia frowned, her beautiful, slender hand gripping the spear tightly.

Li Changzhou recalled the black "identity card" and the "backpack section" written with blue flames, which changed from "Backpack section: Empty" (Li Qianxia: "Mosquito-style Bloodsucking Gun") to "Backpack section: Empty".

The "Mosquito-type Blood-Sucking Gun" has been taken away.

With her weapon in hand, Li Qianxia exuded an even more imposing aura.

She said to Yang Qinglan, "Qinglan, let me go first. My brother is just an ordinary person."

"No." Yang Qinglan refused coldly, "You are the only one here with actual combat capabilities. You cannot be used as bait."

Bait... Li Changzhou scratched the corner of his left eye, near his temple, with his right hand.

Yang Qinglan continued, "If he is injured and we win, he can still be saved; if we are injured, he is doomed."

"But......"

“I agree,” Li Changzhou interrupted his sister.

"Brother!" Li Qianxia looked at him, then turned to Yang Qinglan, "Give that weapon to my brother."

"Besides cleaning, has your brother ever handled anything resembling a gun?"

Yes—Li Changzhou didn't say it aloud; now was not the time for vulgar jokes.

“But Qianxia, ​​you’ve been familiar with it for at least a week.”

"One week..."

“Qianxia,” Li Changzhou interrupted his sister again, “this is not the time to talk about feelings. You won’t let me go first, so as your older brother, do you expect me to allow you to go first?”

"......"

The older brother patted his younger sister on the shoulder and stepped forward.

Yang Qinglan whispered to Li Qianxia, ​​"Pay close attention. I'll be watching your brother. Trust me."

“…Hmm.” Li Qianxia pursed her lips, gripping the spear in her hand even tighter, her expression tense.

The world seemed to stand still; there was no wind, no chirping of insects, only the sound of three people's footsteps and the rustling of leaves.

The entire deserted island was shrouded in a deathly silence and a terrifying atmosphere.

Despite the scorching sun, Li Changzhou felt a chill in his heart.

The people on this island now are all evolved beings who have killed people and possess magical powers. He might not even notice anything before his throat is slit.

If he had a choice, he would never have gone to the front, even though this small three-person team was not actually safe anywhere.