Chapter 37: Lodging and News Notifications!

Su Bai found a temporary settlement on the outermost edge of the safe zone, where disaster relief tents were packed densely together. Most of the residents were survivors evacuated from surrounding cities. The aisles between the tents were muddy, and the air was thick with a mixture of dampness and sweat. Lin Wanqing looked around, frowning, "Are we all meant to live in a place like this from now on?" Su Bai felt equally perplexed.

Mother Ling’s remark was clever; it flattered Gu Qingwan while simultaneously praising the Old Madam Ning. It was no wonder she had enjoyed the Old Madam’s trust for so many years.

Xu Ruojin tried to shake off her hand, but Ningxiang refused to let go even at the cost of her life. Xu Ruojin dared not use too much force for fear of hurting her belly.

"Who, who is looking at you? There’s a fly on the sofa!" Xu Niannian quickly lowered her head and shoveled rice into her mouth in silence.

Several bones were shattered, and there were signs that his flesh and blood had been refined. Had he not intervened in time, Hou Xiao would have suffered fundamental damage from being suppressed and refined any longer.

Zhou Ran gave Shen Cexian another look. She had watched Shen Chi grow up; how could she not understand his temperament? For Shen Chi to lower his head and apologize was already a significant concession. If Shen Cexian did not take the opportunity to step down, it was likely that the father and son would never reconcile.

The next moment, he pulled Mu Qingqing into his arms, his strong, powerful hand gripping the back of her head as she drifted in thought.

When she opened the door and saw Li Junze’s face full of worry, Niannian tried her best to look as she always did, but she found that even her smile felt unnatural.

Mu Ruan was slightly surprised, not expecting Shun-ge to make such a decision. Seeing no one was paying attention to him, he quietly turned and tiptoed away.

"There are plenty of people chasing me; you’ll have to get in line," Xu Niannian said indifferently, effectively rejecting him.

"Haha! Once I get into the magma, let’s see how you chase me!" The creature inside the egg was incredibly excited, as happy as a fish finding water.

A skeletal hand reached out from the soil. Yun Ting was not surprised by its appearance; he simply stepped down, crushing the hand to pieces beneath his boot. He took another step forward, and the other skeletal hand that had struggled to emerge was likewise trampled into dust.

Manager Fu paced back and forth in thought. Since both cooks said it was feasible, they would give it a try. Manager Fu stopped pacing, nodded, and said, "Then we shall try it." He gestured toward the two cooks.

The experts of the God’s Armed Base, who were still struggling desperately to resist, watched this scene with eyes filled with utter terror.

Fang Yi waved his hand, and Mo Fengkuang was released, immediately running toward Mo Hongbei. Mo Hongbei, true to his word, ordered Meng Wei to be released as well.

Although he possessed the nine great divine abilities, he had not yet cultivated them to their peak. Even at their peak, he could only make a portion of the Imperial Capital tremble; thus, he was powerless to refute Ye Chen’s words.

*Clatter.* All the armor and weapons from the large pack on Yun Ting’s back were dumped out. He looked at the waiting crowd and nodded gently.

With that, Ye Chen tossed Nangong Feilong aside, and with a loud thud, Nangong Feilong slammed into the wall.

However, it was frustrating that Fang Yi did not have enough time to explore or fathom the mysteries of the *Qingluan*. He and the *Qingluan* could only be said to be working together for the first time; they were far from familiar with one another.

The two were terrified; the sight of the gods falling had paralyzed them. They resisted with all their might, but within moments, they were sliced into two mists of blood by the countless sword auras and vanished.

In the endless forest, everything was so dull and tedious that it inspired fear—a fear of the boundless void. But at this moment, Radouis felt none of that. Every step he took was filled with novelty, and if he could, he would have been willing to keep walking like this forever.