The punishnt for a roaming NPC is so absolute that the alliance we painstakingly maintained with food just dissolved on the spot.
Shu Ran felt no sha and imdiately wanted to break things off: "In that case, let’s part on good terms."
"Sister Shu Ran, you need to be a bit more trustworthy when dealing with people; you can’t just back out whenever you please."
"To save my life, these moral constraints are just shackles."
"...Don’t you want food? It’s already noon, aren’t you hungry?"
Shu Ran paused and surprisingly said, "We can just snatch it."
Mu Qiu: Damn, this bunch of bandits.
Perhaps realizing her words were too harsh, Shu Ran thought for a mont and added:
"Mainly, your bad luck aura is terrifying. If we stay in the sa group, monsters might fall from the sky. I think hunger can be endured, but death can’t."
This is indeed reasonable, but it sounds really disheartening.
Mu Qiu lowered her head, rubbed her eyes to wipe away the tears, and her concealed lips curled upwards.
"Fine, let’s part ways here. Forced alliances never last; from now on, we sever all ties and have nothing more to do with each other!"
Guan Yu, propping her head up, comnted leisurely, "That’s a bit too theatrical."
"Oh, sorry, I’ll tone it down."
Shu Ran rolled her eyes out of habit, perfectly controlling the angle and posture. At this mont, she rolled her eyes at her, stretched out her legs, and gestured with her hand, all elegantly.
"Since you aren’t sad, could you kindly pay us the collaboration fee now? Not much, just two loaves and a bottle of water."
"Are you robbing us?!" Mu Qiu’s expression switched to fierce, "There are only a few loaves in total, and you also want water? Why don’t you just aim for the sky?"
Zhao Yu: "Isn’t the main concern the fact that, in the collaboration, the other party broke their promise, yet they still want a fee from us?"
"...Right! You broke your promise and yet have the face to ask us for food!?"
"Even if we haven’t achieved anything, we’ve at least worked hard..."
Han Xizheng never expected to see Shu Ran working so painstakingly for a small loaf of bread one day.
It’s truly both heart-wrenching and amusing.
The "alimony dispute" eventually ended in Shu Ran’s failure.
Spurred by the ga rules and the betrayal of allies, Mu Qiu’s fighting spirit soared, easily defeating Shu Ran in a few lines, and she also muttered a couple of sarcastic remarks at Shi Yuhuai and Guan Yu.
Shi Yuhuai didn’t notice her sarcasm at all and even gave her a suggestion: "You can ally with Li Yang now."
"And then have double bad luck to draw all the monsters to us, right? Brother Huai, you have such a sinister heart!"
Shi Yuhuai: "Just endure it, I’ll send you a red envelope when you get back."
"...I’ll send you an even bigger red envelope. Can you take the last place this round?"
"Of course not. Besides, isn’t there already soone for last place? Li Yang."
The nad Li Yang looked panic-stricken in the direction of the director.
"Because my teammates were the first to be slaughtered, do I also have to take last place?"
Director: "No, the group where the entire team was first slaughtered counts as last place."
Li Yang sighed in relief: "Scared to death."
Cheng Zhirang stayed silent, arms crossed, paying attention to everyone’s expressions and actions as they spoke.
When Shi Yuhuai ntioned sending a red envelope to Mu Qiu, the corner of his brow flicked, and after everyone’s conversation ended, he extended an invitation.
"Who wants to accompany to the art museum to check out what’s going on with Shen Zhousong’s disappearance?
I think there’s definitely sothing distinctive about how he and Guo Yin were chosen as the first batch of victims at the sa ti. After checking out the museum, we’ll head to that school to see if we can find out the thod of the monster’s slaughter, which is now the most crucial thing for survival."
The word of the clan lord held sway, and the lone Li Yang imdiately raised his hand in agreent. Shu Ran followed suit, and Shi Yuhuai was indifferent but also obliged.
Guan Yu deliberated a bit, casting a sympathetic glance at Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu.
Just when Mu Qiu thought she might show so concern, she said, "Zhao Yu, why don’t you co over and join us, too?"
Zhao Yu looked at both of them, hesitatingly said, "Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?"
"Could it be you really want to go?" Mu Qiu asked her with a fake smile, "You’re mine in life and even my ghost in death, okay? Sit down!"
Zhao Yu timidly sat back down, waving regretfully at Guan Yu and them.
Cheng Zhirang tilted his head and asked her, "Don’t you want to join us?"
"No," she said angrily, "Cows and sheep gather in herds; we are beasts."
He stifled a laugh and nodded: "Alright, then take care, you beast team."
Thus, the second round of statents hastily concluded, and the ten people parted ways. Cheng Zhirang led a group towards the art museum, while Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu turned left as they left by themselves.
In any case, they didn’t want to be on the sa path as them.
Zhao Yu still felt she was acting a bit childishly, smiling at her while walking:
"I haven’t seen you like this in a long ti; the last ti you were this angry was when soone cut in line and took the last portion of fried potatoes."
Only such trivialities would make her that mad; when big things happened, she would usually keep quiet. Like the last ti Cheng Zhirang’s obsessive fan broke into her house.
Thinking of this, she sighed again, feeling that her good son had been snatched away by a little brat, their father-son life split in half by that dog of a child.
"Mu Qiu, aah—" she drew out her voice, suddenly feeling sentintal, "You must... hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"
Mu Qiu suddenly pulled her into a corner, moving so fast that Zhao Yu’s neck almost didn’t make it.
"What are you doing?!"
"Shh!" Mu Qiu covered her mouth, pulled her down, stared into her eyes, and whispered, "I have a secret."
Zhao Yu: "...What kind of cliched drama opening line is this? What, did you just step on an archive card as you walked?"
Mu Qiu gave her a little slap: "Be serious. I have a secret now; I really want to tell you, but I don’t know if I can trust you."
"Of course you can trust ! I’m yours, okay?! I’m not a betrayer, nor have I made any kind of alliance agreent with anyone! How could you doubt , all my fatherly love is misplaced!"
"..." Mu Qiu thought it over but decided not to focus on correcting her form of address,
"I don’t trust you, unless you swear on Su Yan’s autographed photo. If you betray , you’ll never get Su Yan’s signature, and you’ll even dream at night of him throwing away your limited edition magazines."
Zhao Yu almost blurted out ’damn’ on the spot.
For a die-hard fan, that’s basically torture.
She was even too scared to make such a vicious vow right away.
In the end, Su Yan’s face rotated in her mind, and she gritted her teeth, saying:
"If I betray you, I’ll lose my limited edition magazines! Is that enough? Making such a vow makes my heart dread, just hurry up and tell , what’s the big secret!"
Mu Qiu leaned in mysteriously, held up one finger, and said, "I found an archive card, right on this main road."
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