Chapter 52: Some Arrangements at Home

“How about this—if you really insist on giving me something, then just give me a dime; two is too much.”
“Thank you so much, Aunt Jiang.” The outcome made both of them happy.

After chatting a while longer with Aunt Jiang, they agreed to have a pound of meat and a piece of pork liver ready early the next morning. Li Qingyun left a yuan as deposit, then asked a bit about replacing the roof, and took her leave.

Aunt Jiang told her to go straight to Brother Gu for this—he was the best when it came to renovating houses. As for this, she really didn’t know; such details wouldn’t be written in a book.

As the game time ticked by, the Bomberman and Braum on the opposing side stayed annoyingly passive, hiding behind their minions to farm. Lin Sheng, long used to the bloody chaos of the bottom lane, found this insufferably dull.

Lin Xi, however, didn’t respond to the accusations head-on, but fixed her gaze on the new master, Ran Jin. The old man in white, whose brilliance was almost dazzling at first glance, was in fact the mastermind behind that earth-shattering conspiracy.

If the trainer couldn’t take it and went on strike, it didn’t matter—Wang Chao could always put in extra practice on his own after the trainer had gone home.

The game’s creators had slyly designed multiple endings. There was a side quest called “Collecting Scattered Jade Petals,” which was quite troublesome. It required wandering all over the map, solving various puzzles, and, to make matters worse, it offered no improvement to the protagonist’s cultivation.

According to Master, most mortals in the world toil year-round in the yellow earth, leaving at dawn and returning at dusk, laboring tirelessly for a meager harvest. Yet there are also those of rank and privilege who live in idle luxury, their days filled with silks and feasts.

Though she was still a bit tipsy, she wasn’t drunk. A few more cups of tea and a hot bath, and her head would be clear enough the next morning.

Ling Xia paid them no heed, walked by with her head held high, and sat down at the dressing table.

Eight thousand moves had passed, and yet Jiang Chen had achieved nothing. The surprise stirring in my heart was truly extraordinary.

“What does this have to do with his sister? We made this game together—by your logic, shouldn’t your own sister be counted in too?” Zhang Facai retorted.

Qian Qiu crossed both hands to block the sword, while Yumen Tian turned his left palm into pointed fingers, aiming straight for his opponent’s forehead.

“By the way, how do we get out?” Having stored Tianyuan in his mind, Ji Xuanhao looked around and asked Tianyuan silently. Now that everything was settled, it was time to leave.

Having a cold cucumber at night would surely quench her thirst. Su Yunjin fetched a bucket of water, dropped a cucumber into the well to chill, and by dinnertime, she’d have a crisp, icy treat to enjoy.

What? Han Guang, who had been so pleased with himself, now looked utterly crestfallen—especially when those around him heard that the medicine in front of them was worth only a few dozen yuan. Their tempers flared at once.

Everyone was talking at once, but Yang Qin’s reaction was obvious—her eyes fixed straight ahead.

“Qingqing, Grandpa brought you some medicinal soup…” As soon as Old Master Lin pushed open the door, he found the same scene again.

“Master, what’s going on?” Zhang Wu was completely bewildered—it seemed the master had sent him off on some errand.

“At last, it’s over.” Wang Qiang flexed his fists, feeling an unprecedented power surging in his palms, as if a single punch could shatter the earth.

This man was a chatterbox. It was as if being silent would kill him—sometimes, it really could get on one’s nerves.

“You all saw it—they killed our captain for no reason. This is open contempt and provocation.”

Hu Xintian noticed the crystal mooncake in Su Xianwan’s hand, something she’d never seen before. The mooncake was transparent, revealing the filling inside. Her eyes lit up, but she remembered her mother’s advice before leaving home: the palace is not like home, you must follow the rules and not be reckless.

Ji Yechen, standing at the door, was already growing impatient. He pressed up against Mo Feizi’s back, his hands beginning to wander.

This matter had nearly become the hottest topic among disciples of the great powers across the Central Continent in recent days.