Chapter 1937
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"Ah, that's right —"
Feng Xun smacked his forehead and went looking for the stairs in a hurry.
Feng Wu knew very well why Princess Laner's team was called the official team. It was because the stairs were right there in that team's dungeon and they didn't have to look for them at all.
However, this PUBG team of theirs had to look for the stairs that led up.
Feng Xun, Xuan Yi, and Feng Xun were the only ones who could use the stairs. As for Jun Linyun, Feng Wu was more than happy to see him stay out of trouble.
Dugu Yamo, Feng Sang, and Feng Yiran were the only ones Feng Xun could use.
Just then —
"Ahhh!"
Right at this time, a tragic cry suddenly sounded!
Frowning, Feng Wu looked over her shoulder, only to see Feng Sang standing by the wall with a glinting blade above her head.
It was a thin flying dagger.
The blade was three inches long and emitted a faint, cold light in the dim light!
She panicked.
Where did the blade come from? Feng Wu frowned a little. She had a bad feeling about this.
By then, Feng Xun and the others had returned.
"Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, we've been looking everywhere, but we can't find the stairs."
Feng Wu looked at Xuan Yi.
Xuan Yi, who had been quiet all this time, shook his head as well.
Feng Wu then turned to Jun Linyun.
Jun Linyun shook his head. "No, no, not at all. Goddess, do you think there's a staircase on this floor?"
Before Feng Wu could say anything, Feng Yiran spoke up.
"Stop looking. There's no way we can find it."
Feng Yiran leaned against the wall dejectedly. His face was filled with despair, and he looked completely dispirited.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Feng Yiran smiled wryly. "Haven't you noticed? Because the entire Sky Palace was split down the middle, and the side with the stairs was given to the official team. That team naturally has a staircase, but we don't. How are we supposed to make something out of nothing? "
A hush fell over the room at Feng Yiran's words.
How were they supposed to make something out of nothing?
"Are we really going to die?" Feng Xun frowned.
Feng Sang smiled wryly. "Didn't we already know that we were doomed the moment we were thrown into this team?"
"So, you're just going to accept your fate?" Feng Wu glanced at them indifferently.
Dugu Yamo smirked. "What else can we do? Do you really think you can get us out of here? "
Feng Xun glared at Dugu Yamo. "Watch that tone."
Dugu Yamo was in a half-crazy state. She stared at the high and mighty little prince arrogantly and said, "What are you talking about? Why should I care when we're about to die? "
"Who said we're going to die?" Feng Wu's expression remained unperturbed the whole time.
"Hahaha, can you get us out of here alive? Don't tell me you still have such delusions in your heart! "Dugu Yamo laughed maniacally.
"What if I can get you out of here alive?" Feng Wu glanced at her.
"If you can get me out of here alive …" Dugu Yamo slashed her wrist with the dagger, and blood spurted out.
It must be very painful … Feng Sang frowned involuntarily.
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