Chapter 177: Conflict

Looking at the lavish pile of food laid out before Cao Bin, dense and varied in every imaginable way, the awakened ones present looked down at the compressed biscuits, bread, and Snickers bars in their hands, instantly struck by a profound sense of disparity.

In their hearts, they all thought the same thing: we are all human beings, yet the gap between people is simply too vast. It has already been some eighty days since the apocalypse, so how is it that someone can still possess such...

Mi Jiu instantly grew unhappy, pulling a long face. "You didn't keep your word. I'm not going to talk to you anymore..." To her astonishment, she found herself acting coquettishly, and doing so with such natural fluency.

The night passed without incident. When Chu Yan woke up from his slumber, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. This was one of the rare occasions Chu Yan had slept in; lately, he had been constantly pondering a multitude of issues and searching for solutions to the problems he had set his mind upon.

While Eli was filled with questions, down on the ground beneath his feet, little two-year-old Saratina paid no heed to what the adults around her were shouting. She tilted her head back, gazing longingly at Eli as he flew back and forth in the air, a look of eager anticipation in her eyes.

"Respected Father-in-Law of the State, what do you mean by this?" The Second Prince asked immediately, as if he had caught hold of the last straw to save his life.

"Don't worry, you will definitely recover your memories. Didn't the old grandfather say that your head suffered a severe trauma, and the amnesia should be temporary?" Ever since returning from the Medical Guild yesterday, seeing Lu Yuexie looking perpetually gloomy, Lan Ling'er had offered these words of consolation.

We returned home at nine o'clock in the evening, and after getting inside, we locked the heavy front door securely. I went off to hide in my room, while Shen Lin let Lili out. The moment Lili appeared, for reasons unknown, everyone felt an immense sense of security.

Xue Penghao glanced at the surveillance camera and instantly lost his temper, reluctantly and resentfully loosening his grip.

Meanwhile in Chenliu, the coalition army of over two hundred thousand had set out successively one day after Sun Jian's departure. Now, fewer than one hundred thousand remained within the city of Chenliu.

When I arrived at the general store, there were not many players inside. In the corner, Gui Zhi, Long Hun, and the others were all there.

The two entered Teaching Building No. 5, went down the stairs to the basement level, and found a long, dimly lit corridor. The hallway was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and people rarely came down here.

Fan Yanyan was utterly shocked, thinking to himself: Could this Zhang Zhen be pulling off some kind of cheat again? He is not Xia Jie; how on earth could he know where Xia Jie threw the murder weapon?

"This is to make it convenient to guide the scene, in case those standing farther away can't hear," Mo Lingyin explained patiently.

When Fan Yanyan was on the phone with Ouyang Xueqi, he could tell that her tone was somewhat hesitant and drifting, as if she were wrestling with some indecision, which prompted him to ask her that question.

A barbarian bowed in welcome and led the fine steed away to the stables. Ma Chengling escorted her inside. Contrary to what Mingyi had imagined—no golden splendor or alluring jade arms—the place was filled with wine tables surrounded by people. A barbarian was playing a pipa, the music nearly drowned out by the raucous noise of the patrons.

However, while purchasing food was easy, buying medicine proved somewhat troublesome. Many medications were prescription-only; without a doctor's prescription, money alone could not buy them. Moreover, since Hu Ye needed to purchase them in large quantities, it became even more difficult.

"You... how did you know?" Even Bing'er did not know this secret. How did this child find out?

Li Manni's voice drifted closer from afar. Fan Yanyan collected his thoughts and suddenly realized that he had somehow walked out of the doctor's office at some point, and was now sitting on a chair in the corridor.

"Sehun, you really need to keep your emotions in check. Stop grieving like this. If you keep beating yourself up with guilt like this, Mo Linghuan's memories might never recover for the rest of her life. What will you do then?" Park Chanyeol twitched the corner of his mouth as he looked at Sehun, who was lying in Luhan's arms.