Chương 1574: Bangalore Nightmare 2

Luo Qianqian nodded and asked when she heard the broken Chinese language.

"Has he come here already?"

The monk shook his head and said in broken Chinese, "He is not here yet."

Luo Qianqian let out a sigh of relief. It was good that she did not miss him.

"Then… can I wait here?"

The Indian monk nodded and went back to chanting, leaving her alone in the temple.

Seeing that it was raining, Luo Qianqian found a quiet place to take shelter. She mumbled to herself as she held the Angel of Fate hanging on the bag and touched the pointed hat.

"He will be here soon, right?"

She had lost her mind when she went to Saint Malo last time, and now she was losing her mind again.

She would never have done such a crazy thing before.

But after he appeared, she had done something she had never dared to do before.