Abigail looked at Jiang Cheng with the eyes of someone watching a madman. Such insane words were, of course, impossible for him to believe. A god?
What a joke. This young man's fragility, if he still retained even one-tenth of his combat power, he could easily kill. Is there such a fragile god in this world?
"I know what you're thinking." Jiang Cheng said with a smile, looking down at Abigail, "With your mindset, of course, you can't understand these things. I completely understand that, but I also don't need you to understand these things."
"What exactly do you want to do? You captured us, so you probably don't just want to have a chat with me, right?" Abigail stared coldly at Jiang Cheng and asked.
"Of course, it's not just to have a simple chat with you. I want you to help me with something." Jiang Cheng said blandly.
