Chapter 422

He began to wander casually through the city.

Beichuan City.

Ning Chen looked at the thriving scene before him.

He gently exhaled a cloud of white mist.

A cold wind blew.

Zhang Xiao unconsciously wrapped his clothes tighter.

But Ning Chen seemed not to feel it at all.

Under the effect of his SSS-level resistance,

no matter what the situation was now, it could not affect him.

Even now.

As Ning Chen walked through the ice and snow,

he did not feel such an intense chill.

At most, it felt like his body was soaking in cold water.

This transformation brought more than just a change in sensation.

His body would change along with it.

His bones would not freeze stiff, nor would he sweat from excessive heat.

This ability was multifaceted.

It was extremely useful for Ning Chen.

Even in this winter weather,

there would be no problem even if he wore only short sleeves.

Yet he still wore a down jacket.

That was because he feared attracting others' attention.

Moreover, dressing like that alone would seem a bit strange.

After casually settling lunch,

the two humans and one dog began to stroll around.

The atmosphere of the New Year grew heavier.

Many households were already buying New Year goods.

Beichuan City's streets always had idlers coming and going.

Groups of children were discussing where to go play.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiao did not feel the pessimism he had before.

He merely cast a faint glance before walking beside Ning Chen.

The RV was fully stocked with supplies.

Therefore, this trip had no particular purpose.

After strolling for a short while,

Zhang Xiao was so tired he was panting heavily.

In contrast, Ning Chen's breathing remained perfectly steady.

Zhang Xiao looked at Ning Chen and asked, "When are we leaving?"

Ning Chen glanced at the time. "We'll leave in a moment."

"Don't you want to go play with them?"

Saying this,

Ning Chen pointed to a small park where many children about Zhang Xiao's age were playing.

Some parents sat on park benches chatting.

Zhang Xiao pouted dissatisfiedly. "What's the fun in that? It's all for little kids!"

"Woof!"

The Husky, Sabi, barked once; his serious expression seemed to say,

"Aren't you just a little kid?"

As if understanding, Zhang Xiao grinned, walked up to Sabi, and used both hands to knead and twist his chubby face into various shapes at will.

"I'm really not a child!"

The Husky looked at her with a serious face.

Whether it was because Zhang Xiao was too sensitive,

she always felt that look contained a hint of contempt.

And a touch of helplessness.

Next,

Ning Chen took Zhang Xiao to a noodle shop.

In Beichuan City,

the unique hand-pulled noodles were the most famous.

Zhang Xiao ordered the largest portion of noodles and finished every last bit in a very short time.

Under Ning Chen's gaze, she held a huge bowl and started drinking the soup.

That bowl was big enough to fit her entire face inside.

Once Zhang Xiao had eaten and drunk her fill,

Ning Chen asked, "How is it?"

Zhang Xiao smiled and gave a thumbs-up: "The taste is unparalleled!"

Then the two of them strolled around a few more times.

They passed by a large shopping mall.

Looking through the glass.

Inside stood a very large Christmas tree.

However, the decorations on it had already been removed.

Ning Chen stopped in his tracks, gazing at that Christmas tree.

Seeing Ning Chen stop, Zhang Xiao also looked toward the Christmas tree and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Chen shook his head and led Zhang Xiao away.

They returned to the vehicle.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom!"

The RV started up.

They drove away from this place.

Beichuan City would ultimately fail to become a land that could bear their memories.

287. (2/5) He must be killed!

The Golden Triangle.

Chiang Mai.

The man in the white suit had a cigar dangling from his lips and was pinching a lump of flour in his hand.

Three people stood around him.

The man in the middle wore a fawning smile; he sported a small goatee, had reached middle age, possessed a thin and small build, and gave off an impression that he might blow away in the wind.

The other two were subordinates of the man in the white suit, currently guarding the man with the goatee.

The man in the white suit smiled while pinching the flour, then casually beckoned.

From the shadows behind the seat.

A young man dressed in casual clothes walked out.

The man in the white suit pointed at the flour in that small box and said, "Have a taste."

The young man obediently walked over, first pinching up a little; feeling it was not bad, he then rubbed a tiny amount onto his hand, brought it before his nose, and sniffed.

It was familiar, yet the sensation was even stronger than before.

The young man closed his eyes; merely smelling it felt this good, so what effect would using it produce?