Chapter 38: Our Existence

"Sometimes I often feel that the frequency of our missions is way too high," Wan Xiaoling suddenly said on the road to Umuahia, startling the two people ahead.

"Isn't that normal? We're short-staffed with plenty of work, so naturally the frequency is high," Zhang Liang, sitting in the passenger seat, replied casually. He had been with Penglai for almost two years now, and rarely did the gap between missions exceed ten days. It was always a matter of finishing one task only to start dealing with another. Not every mission was a combat one; otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted this long.

The words didn’t quite match the mood. Mo Fu lay in the man’s arms, listening to the clear sound of his heartbeat.

"I have no habit of keeping birds. Though this bird may appear beautiful, it will not fare well in my hands," Chu Yunyi’s face darkened, and his voice grew colder.

The rest of the words, Tang Xinyi did not finish. Instead, she raised her index finger and waved it back and forth twice.

Why go to the cellar so late at night instead of sleeping? Was she sneaking down to enjoy some delicacies while others weren’t around?

Yu Danqing’s eyebrows danced with delight. He thought, now that Chu Yunzhe knows he’s come through as well, he’ll hurry to have his mother pull some strings for him and make things official.

His foster mother chatted idly with her, though her gaze kept drifting to the doorway, perfectly embodying the phrase “absent-minded.”

For a moment, Jianjia hesitated, knowing full well that if this gamble failed, it would spell disaster.

He could still feign calm while comforting his second sister, but the moment the conversation turned to his eldest sister, all traces of composure disappeared.

Chu Yuntao poured a cup of tea and placed it before Chu Yunyi, then fanned himself vigorously with a folding fan, seeming to be in excellent spirits.

Once they reached the corridor, Tang Xinyi’s smile vanished, though Qiao Nuo seemed utterly unsurprised.

"Brother, are we heading to your new station first, or to the Forest of Magical Beasts?" Tian Yi hoped they would go straight to the forest, as that would mean all kinds of cultivation methods and mentors would be readily available.

Unable to stop, the rabbit turned and grabbed, and the "-5" floated up. Ha, it looked like I could take the hits head-on. With my dodge and health regeneration, the rabbit could only take off about two points per second. After a dozen sword strikes, the rogue rabbit wailed and spat out four copper coins.

"It's nothing. You’re back early today; aren’t you usually busy until seven or eight?" Fan Youmin composed himself and smiled, changing the topic.

"What brings you here today?" Yuan Xin was surprised yet delighted to see Xi Yizhen walk in. From the very first meeting, she had felt an endless fondness for her. Being able to let down her guard and agree to marry Xi Yixiao was due in large part to Xi Yizhen’s persuasion.

"You have confidence in your brother, but this is a battlefield, not the martial world; skill in martial arts alone cannot win a war," Lan Aoyi said, his tone full of proud vigor.

The story ended well enough. The boy worked hard, and his exam scores were comparable to hers, but he didn’t choose the same university. Instead, his family arranged for him to study abroad.

Luo Jinshi spoke unhappily. She had long been dissatisfied with Liao Qinghe, and now he shamelessly made such a request, which was indeed hard to accept.

"Oriental used to be reserved, but after several years, his temperament has changed beyond recognition," Huo Jun said as they left the Oriental family together, noticing Xi Yizhen still wore a dazed expression, clearly pondering the story Oriental Luming had just told.

Jiao’er and I climbed to the top of the ring-shaped mountain, gazing in awe at the endless sea of players stretching to the horizon, speechless for a long time.

It’s actually quite miraculous that no one has managed to catch up with her at school. I guess she knew she was ill and didn’t want to drag others down, so she rejected them.

Whoosh—a figure streaked from behind, leaping over his head and landing in front of him, blocking his path.