You never know how much effort your opponent has put in for the momentum.
Fu Qian was aware that his body was on the verge of collapse, perhaps even unable to stand and walk.
But still, as mentioned before—Zhen didn't know.
To see a life-or-death decision being handled so carelessly filled the opponent's heart with a deep sorrow.
This emotion was so intense that even the body's trembling miraculously eased.
All external matters, even unfathomable mysteries, became insignificant at this moment.
Heads or tails...
"Can I confirm... which side is heads? The one with the face?"
In the next moment, the will to survive seemed to make the mind more agile; Zhen even thought of avoiding a highly unlikely trap and asked Fu Qian softly.
"No."
Unbelievably, she was refused again.
Fu Qian continued to shake his head, his tone gentle.
"I'll tell you once you're done guessing."
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