"Oxygen generating agent?" Pan Yifu heard this term and suddenly realized that the other party had come on the same spaceship with him.
The oxygen generating agent is an indispensable material in interstellar travel. It is not very expensive, but... how could he have it?
"You have a storage talisman, you can bring out a batch, I rushed out empty-handed, how could I have any?"
Qu Jianlei held on for six days before coming out. This time, the shelling was more than twice as strong as the last time.
Afterwards, star thieves were searching around, and it was inconvenient for him to show up—at least it would be more dangerous.
Last night, he could come out, but he ultimately waited until tonight. The remaining oxygen generating agent was really not much.
Discovering that Old Pan hadn't left, he felt somewhat comforted.
However, this shelling made him spend another six days in a small black room, and he was extremely mentally exhausted. This matter really couldn't be left like that.
