Chapter 67: The Turmoil Returns

She said so, and naturally Su Xi followed her instructions, distributing the rations together with Song Jiu. Many refugees flocked over.

At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor had become a high-level player. The higher the levels, the harder it was to advance, and now, at level thirty-five, Kaiser XIII could look down on those still lingering around level thirty, his gear newly upgraded and shining.

“Go! With all this food, you still can’t fill that mouth of yours—get lost!” Xie Mantang jabbed a crystal bun into Liu Qi’s mouth, her face fierce as she shooed him away.

Afterwards, Huang Duola’s situation went smoothly as well, and she was quite lucky—she bonded with a sizable half-beast Stardust. Such ownerless Stardusts, still retaining some scale, existed because their previous master died and they had not yet fully transformed.

“My daughter knows her own mind.” Xie Mantang no longer wished to linger here, unwilling to answer or even see a certain person. She spurred her horse and rode off.

Yang Xianrong smiled weakly, her pale expression, to Su Xi, resembled a blooming pure white flower.

Just as Dan Dan was about to get up and leave, wanting to give this space to the family, a slightly cool hand rested on the back of her head. Startled, she looked up and saw Fanny’s exceedingly gentle smile. She felt warmth surround her, as if she were inside a cozy house.

What does that mean? The duty star officer was stunned, the Kitchen God looked displeased, the Giant Spirit God shivered, and Zhao Gongming’s eyes reddened. Wasn’t this saying that wherever a department lacked manpower, Jiang You would be sent to fill in?

It was late autumn, almost winter. The mountains were bleak, but occasionally a fat rabbit would panic and leap from waist-high dead grass, then sprint away like an arrow released from the string. An Yi, feeling spirited, took out her slingshot and fired. The rabbit, hit, made a few more frantic leaps before collapsing.

He fought stray dogs for food, grew up bullied, and if not for his fierce will, he would have died long ago.

Moreover, in his view, Ye Nan and the others could not possibly be the murderers of Qin Xinglie, so he had no reason to intervene.

From outside, the entire Tower of Piercing Heaven was surrounded by nine layers of red-haired baboons, an awe-inspiring sight, like a gigantic burial mound. All the array patterns on the tower walls glowed at their brightest, the tower wall scorching hot, as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

She had never managed to enter because the bitter cold poison mother within her was incomplete. This caused a slight deviation in the restriction, leaving her stuck.

The old man looked on in bewilderment at the scene, unable to comprehend what was happening. A hidden sanctuary assassin was exposed before even making a move, and his cursed blade was pinched between someone’s fingers—was the blade a fake?

Upon hearing this, Ye Nan’s expression changed dramatically. Only then did he realize that, due to the innate fire source earlier, his robes had been burned entirely to ashes.

To the Fire Thief, the assassin from the Ghost Valley of Destiny represented the pinnacle of the assassin profession—a monument guiding the way for assassins, waiting for players to surpass him.

The first time, it was a pass gone awry by Sakuragi, sending the ball to the opposing center at a critical moment and losing the game.

Though the method for using the energy core was unknown, in a situation where nothing was understood, the only option was to follow this slender clue.

He had thought he’d run into two fat sheep and could fleece them a little, but it seemed today he was destined to be fleeced instead. The principal regretted it deeply, yet still had to feign composure.

“Oh! Let me introduce myself, I’m Wu Jie, deputy director of 501. Director Qin isn’t here, so I’m temporarily in charge. I’ve been busy with other projects, and didn’t have the chance to welcome you. This is our first meeting; please support us in the future!” Wu Jie smiled as he explained to Li Jie.

“Didn’t you book a full-day deep tour of Mount Flower and Fruit through our travel agency? Since it’s a deep tour, time is tight—we should get started right away,” Lin Feifan said.

Old Wang thought it made sense—Lu Bu had indeed ignored him earlier, which was unpleasant.

The fallen Zhao Long blamed her for everything, believing that if not for Xie Yingying, he would not have ended up like this. Thus, he became even harsher, treating her worse than before.

Some customers without flower baskets saw those with baskets received a twenty percent discount and regretted bitterly—if only they’d known, they would have brought baskets too.

Azhui was still in her usual tone. In fact, before every match, she would explain precautions about the opponent, but this was the first time she made a request, showing how much she valued Lina.

Behind, the mountains were lush with trees, a waterfall flowing upward, a rainbow spanning the sky—truly beautiful.

“Really, I thought there’d be a fight, but it ended up as corpse collection…” The short man shook his head, sent information to the logistics team, and turned to follow.

“This…” Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback, then immediately refused, “That’s not necessary, bread is fine for us!” Though he said it was fine, his constant swallowing betrayed his longing for the food.

“Why do you care about her? Can’t you survive a moment without her?” Liu Feng’s tone grew harsh. Although Han Xin’s explanation was flawless, he deliberately chose to deny it.

The hospital door had just closed, and Bai Yixue finally relaxed. She wanted to take a closer look at her beloved man and see how he had suffered such grave injuries.

Staring at Mo Kaichen, Beibei subconsciously swallowed and stepped back, saying, “Uncle, can you please stop keeping such a stern face? It’s so scary! I’m afraid to eat!” For the sake of his future belly, he decided to speak up boldly.

Wang Xinshui thought to himself, knowing full well that Tianshui No. 1 really couldn’t compare to No. 3.

It was not only Ye Zhusheng and Fang Hui’s return, but also because their return resolved the old man’s long-standing worries.

Beibei blinked and took the bowl, muttering, “Mommy, I’m actually the older brother…” But for the sake of the beautiful and delicious soup, he could let it go for now.