Chapter 235: The Glutton Squad! Sparring in Dao Arts! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Lin Mo, with his whole family in tow, stood up and said voluntarily: "Kindly add three more seats!"

"Adding seats isn't a problem…"

Zhu Zishun glanced at Long A beside him, who was "begging for food" with ravenous eyes—this guy was the worst.

That "washbasin" of a bowl—he felt the entire meal eaten by several people yesterday might not even satisfy him alone.

Zhu Zishun thought of something, but swallowed the words on his tongue and merely asked:

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Ye Shao hung up the phone, thinking: Now that someone was willing to be my shield, I could at least avoid being forced by Qiu Qing. He let out a long, relieved breath.

Sudden light blazed forth amid chanting, growing brighter with the fervent incantation. Beasts and birds across the hills were startled into flight, crying out in fear from afar.

"Mo Mo, eat slower," Ze Wu sighed, picking up the dish and dragging Mo Mo to the dining table. Watching her hunched over, devouring with messy hair, he had no strength left even to sigh.

This mirrored exactly what had happened in the ruin—the elders fought to the death to carve out space and time for the younger generation, the final act they performed for these children before dying.

I hurried into Liu Hui's room, opened the door, and activated my Heavenly Eye—but saw nothing amiss in the room.

For her first sea voyage, the novelty was endless. Yue Ying had seen modern warships on TV and film, but this ancient-style vessel, the Black Tulip, was her first encounter.

The meaning of those words was clear: he wanted to tell Lei Zhan that his most feared enemy was him—if Lei Zhan wished to wage war, he was the one who needed to think carefully.

"Look, Tian Xiao," Shangguan Xin pulled at my sleeve, pointing to the first hammock.

At the peak stood a tall, slender middle-aged man clad in feathered robes and a star-adorned crown, arms crossed, gazing down.

Even if the loser had to pay, the four points of battle damage already covered all losses—adding a fresh coat of paint was the most you'd need. Why demand separate compensation for damaged parts? Besides, Tang Yun had already inflated 4% to 14%.

Tang Yun pushed himself up and glanced around. As a mechanic, he easily recognized this as a workshop control room. Then he spotted scattered metal components from the puppet Shen Fei, and several orange-clad wandering souls, knocked unconscious or dead.

For Wang Chen at this stage, the only thing that truly attracted him was enhancing his strength.

Soon after, the shopkeeper emerged from the back hall, each hand holding a square slab of white jade, one foot per side and half a finger thick—one cold, one warm—and offered them. An Zi took them, weighed them slightly, and nodded in satisfaction.

Even if Tang Yun's intentions were good, compared to the legendary Saint Son who willingly bore the original sins of all beings without discrimination, or to Benedict, whose last wisp of spirit never forgot the welfare of the people of Yiri Star—wasn't he still far, far behind?

Agni was held in my arms, murmuring to herself without resistance, but I sensed her mood was poor—unlike before, when she'd asked questions nonstop on the journey, she was now silent.

After listening to several team members report their results, Yu Yuyao offered little comment, merely instructing her maid Yu Ou to record everything as evidence for future merit.

"The battle in Sili left all nations with heavy losses—they all know no one can afford to keep fighting," Bai Lang said.

When Su An reached directly above the southern city gate, Ouyang and the commanding general Ouyang Bing had already arrived beneath it.

I sat to the side, nodded slowly, and sighed. It seemed everyone had grown significantly since that incident.

Li Chong wasn't afraid of being exposed—if any slip occurred, he'd just say: "I'm too low-ranking—I only heard it from others; I can't tell truth from falsehood."