Yan Qianyi happily looked at the Commander and blinked.
He must remember her, and thought she had died young—thus making such a remark.
Now it was Mu Yunlie's turn to be puzzled.
What did she mean?
At that moment, Xue Xiaoguang shouted at the group, "Sis! This guy has poisoned himself, and he is about to kick the bucket! What should we do? He's nearly out of breath!"
Hearing this, Yan Qianyi quickly said, "Lord, wouldn't you consider sending me back?"
By the time she returned, the man would probably be dead.
The last surviving witness couldn't be allowed to die!
Behind his mask, Mu Yunlie's lips curved into a smile, and he gently pushed Yan Qianyi's shoulder, not as eagerly or roughly as when he had pulled her over before.
Under the force of gravity, Yan Qianyi seemed to sprout invisible wings and flew back to Xue Xiaoguang's side.
The students were all stunned.
They had only ever heard of the Lord Commander's legend.
