Chapter 40: Mo Yu: Little Junior Sister, remember, anyone who tries to lure you away is a bad person.

"Inside this storage bag are seventy-five thousand low-grade spirit stones, and here is an IOU for five hundred thousand. You should keep these safe, Junior Sister."

Si Nansheng was momentarily stunned. She remembered that Su Heng and the others used to have plenty of spirit stones; who would have thought they would be so strapped for cash now? Had the last raid on the Sacred Heaven Sect really left them in such a dire state? Could it be?

"Junior Sister?" Mo Yu waved the storage bag in his hand.

"Thank you, Fifth Senior Brother. Sacred Heaven—"

As for Duan Tianxing and Wang Ping, they simply entered a dormant state, using their wireless systems to play chess and chat with each other. Meanwhile, Lin Ye began having his people collect information to see if any strange occurrences were happening across the country, or perhaps even the entire world.

Indeed, the approaching vehicles were not just one, but three in total. The first was driven by Sang Ya, the second by A-Cai, and the third by Hai Tang’s companions.

Xi Fei nodded at the group in greeting, scanned the surroundings, and then fixed her gaze on Su Muqing.

He had finally managed to upgrade his kitchen stove and purchase more raw materials through the system, using the income earned over these past few days.

Wu Kai’s words were immediately effective. Chen Ying reluctantly let go of him, looking up with tear-filled eyes, her expression one of grievance and pitiable sorrow as large drops of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Black Kill chimed in from the side, adding to this boring logical deduction by suggesting that it would be best not to even excavate any ruins, lest they release flesh-eating bacteria. Whoever touches them is doomed; by that logic, when the apocalypse arrives, the best choice is for everyone to do nothing and simply wait for death.

"Stop mumbling! Use that energy for your training instead!" Zhang Xiang barked, not even turning his head to look at Ye Feng.

The eldest uncle stated his position: resources should stay within the family; it was better to let their own people benefit than to let the middlemen profit. The people at the fish farm were reliable, but the commission rate was still up for negotiation.

Sure enough, just as she reached the entrance of the Consort Dowager’s courtyard, she heard the thunderous, enraged voice of the Prince Regent. Her heart sank; surely they hadn’t already performed the blood test to determine paternity, had they? Such a method was unscientific; even if they were truly father and son, their blood might not necessarily blend.

Room 509 was right behind him. The more Blood Butcher thought about it, the more convinced he became. He turned and inserted the room card, and the universal key card opened the door instantly.

Mao Leyan said quietly, "In truth, no matter which side he chooses, he is destined to offend the other." Thinking about it, Mo Li was in a difficult position; after all, even though his status in the imperial court remained as stable as Mount Tai after everything that had transpired, he would always carry the weight of regret regarding his friendships.

There was another one, the player Miyuki, who had now been relegated to a substitute. Aside from Sawamura, he was the only player on the Seido High School team with a nickname.

The prey had already been struck by his arrow; he only needed to follow the blood trail to find its hiding place.

"That’s more like it. Since that’s not what you meant, does that mean you’re willing to call me 'Brother'?" Old Huang laughed heartily upon hearing this.

Mao Leyan had never kept secrets from Prince Jing; she told him everything, including the matter of the red-robed zombie and her plans.

To possess such strength, the hardships and efforts they had endured were beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

As the soldiers landed on the shore, they did not swarm in a disorganized mass. Instead, they formed a fan-shaped formation, encircling the orcs like a dumpling. High-explosive grenades were tossed out, followed immediately by a continuous barrage of gunfire.

After a long silence, Du Jingcai finally opened his eyes, his pupils filled with determination. He looked up at the figure constantly struggling with the monster in the sky, and the next second, he knelt directly on the ground and began kowtowing frantically, as if he had lost his mind.

Shen Chong and the other four felt no surprise at all; their coach was the type of person who would play for two days straight without even bringing back food.