Chapter 40: Seeking Medical Treatment in the County Town and Bringing My Sister Home

All the way, Pandie no longer cried. She lay dazedly on the ox cart, staring blankly at the sky. By the time they arrived at the commune clinic, it was already noon. Li Qingyun went straight to the Construction Restaurant and bought six white steamed buns and three bowls of vegetable soup, just enough to fill the coachman and her younger sister’s stomachs.

Pandie devoured the food ravenously, as if she hadn’t eaten in over ten days. Li Qingyun gave her one of her own buns, but after Pandie had eaten three, she stopped her, knowing that eating too much at once would be hard on her stomach.

The coachman, embarrassed to have eaten her white steamed bun, promised to take them back after the doctor’s visit.

From her storage ring, she took out the prince’s token and tossed it before Ancestor Liu, her gaze as cold as ice.

“Who was it just now that moved this Shennongjia into the Chaos Yin Pearl?” The Iron-winged Eagle, unwilling to revisit the past, changed the topic.

For lovers in the throes of passion, a kiss is the most heartfelt gift of love. Why refuse it?

Though Thor and the other three were under his control, he could not breach the fortress of anyone’s will.

On the phone screen, Brother Da Fei appeared filthy, surrounded by ragged people, and beyond them were military trucks with fully armed soldiers seated inside.

Fu Chengyu, struck for no reason and given a cold glare, was even more bewildered.

As for whether Lu Chenghe could be saved, there was no doubt—so long as his body remained, even if he died, she could pull him back. After all, she had just learned Soul Summoning.

“What did you say? Pan’er’s whole family went out?” Zhang Guo was startled, his voice rising in surprise.

Her eyes blazed and her lips curled in fury at the Water King, who kept laughing maniacally. Catgirl Naiye, her beastly nature inflamed, wished to tear him apart with her bare hands, but reason forced her to clamp down on her instincts, biting her own lip until it bled.

Across the globe, massive meteorites had been discovered, their brilliant radiance terrifying everyone. Those in daylight could at least assume it was some strange celestial event.

According to the orders of the new First Army Commander, Meijin Meijiro, any train accident within the jurisdiction of a station would result in the local defense officer being held responsible. Under such strict orders, no one wanted trouble in their own sector.

“With these people joining, at least the basic framework of the welfare institute is in place,” Ming Ye murmured with a sense of accomplishment.

Xu Duoduo sat frozen at her desk for a long time, unable to figure out the answer. Could it be that Mo Zixi was about to sell out the company?

As the cosmic adversary’s spirit was entangled by the Primordial Lord, the rampaging mechanical bees began to move sluggishly.

Yuyin didn’t rush to answer. Instead, she drew a photo from her bosom and unfolded it for Lan Haichen to see.

Life is so mysterious—one brush of the shoulder, a turn of the head, a fleeting glance—and a perfect encounter can unfold at any time.

In the end, just like the first-generation players who had come this far before, would the only thing left behind be some so-called clues of limited reference?

As the two chatted, Zhao Tiehu, the first to descend the mountain, began pulling grenades from his body and hurling them at the Japanese puppet soldiers hiding on the highway. One by one, the grenades landed precisely atop their concealed heads.

Such was Yun Qi’s predicament now. If they couldn’t stop the erasure of Yun Qi’s existence from the future, then once all records of Yun Qi were gone, the present Yun Qi would be cast outside the world, locked forever in a void.

But at the thought of the pitifully small daily yield of spiritual spring water, Xuanwei immediately dismissed such a terrifyingly extravagant idea.

He thought he had done well enough, but as he drew closer to the frontier town, he realized how little he had actually accomplished. Zhang Zhijie, journeying westward, felt his spirits weigh heavy. Tartar was not yet a major threat, but it reminded him of the future troubles in Liaodong.