In one sentence, you judge others as trash, and pass a death sentence on them?
Among those you call trash, there are still three female classmates who just warmly welcomed you, presented you with flowers. Those flowers were carefully selected by them, nurtured overnight with clean water to ensure they were in the best condition when they reached you.
Do you find the intentions of those you call trash laughable?
Qin Xin's eyes chilled slightly.
She knew that arguing with people like this was meaningless.
She glanced towards the field. The ferocious flying beasts were attacking more fiercely, almost covering all the students. If this continued, ninety-nine percent of the students would be either dead or severely injured, and Ao Xinghao and the others would stand alone, unable to support them.
She stood up and walked towards the field.
The headmaster, an old man, was a bit anxious: "Oh no, Lan, it's dangerous! Don't go, the trial will be over soon..."
