"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Jiang Qingwan couldn't imagine how she would feel if she saw a statue on the street.
Just thinking about it feels absurd and presumptuous.
"You came to see me, you must have something to say, right?" Jiang Qingwan didn't forget that Kang Xiyang had brought some things with him when he came to visit.
"It's not really a matter of business. My main purpose in coming here is to express my gratitude. There's a small favor I need your help with," Kang Xiyang said, clearly needing Jiang Qingwan's assistance.
After saying this, Kang Xiyang observed Jiang Qingwan's micro-expressions and movements.
Jiang Qingwan simply blinked, making no other movements, and her expression didn't change much.
Kang Xiyang knew that Jiang Qingwan was giving him a chance to speak, but at the same time, it also meant that Jiang Qingwan would not agree immediately.
Jiang Qingwan was weighing whether this favor was worth doing.
Kang Xiyang's lips never left his mouth, always bearing a pleasant smile, and his words were gentle and polite: "Tomorrow, there is an internal meeting of the base's senior management, and they would like to specially invite you to attend."
Jiang Qingwan tapped her index finger lightly on the table, her gaze unfocused as she stared into the distance, seemingly deep in thought.
Kang Xiyang did not urge him, and continued to wait with a smile.
Jiang Qingwan's gaze was suddenly drawn to the moving creature.
A black crow flew past the window.
Its feathers were smooth and glossy, the blue-green feathers were extremely deep, almost black, and its beady eyes contained sharpness. It disappeared from the window in a flash.
“Okay. I will attend, but I will not participate in your decision-making.” Jiang Qingwan erased the image of Qingya from her mind and returned to the main business.
"It's enough that you're here. Let the other forces know that you're more inclined to support us. Especially those organizations that like to stir up trouble in the shadows." Thinking of those organizations, Kang Xiyang had a headache.
The base is a complex web of factions; everyone is in the same boat, but they don't work together towards the same goal.
Some people are as cunning as a sieve, with many and dense shrewd schemes.
Using the base's advanced information, they secretly conduct illegal experiments, or exploit the apocalypse to amass wealth and enslave ordinary people.
Even in the darkest, most oblivious night, they would light up their own colorful neon lights, indulging in the night and seeking pleasure.
There are always some people who want to become kings and rulers in the end times and restore a slave society.
I don't know how those people have the audacity. Jiang Qingwan has such formidable strength, yet she never uses human lives for her own amusement, much less enslave or exploit her fellow human beings.
"Okay." Jiang Qingwan was also reminded of her memories by Kang Xiyang's words.
There's a group of idiots at Youlong Base who want to kill Ye Qi.
Anyone who dares to mess with me is asking for trouble.
The problem is that the mastermind behind it all is extremely well hidden.
Ye Qi didn't know, and neither did she.
Now is the perfect time to infiltrate the base and wipe out this whole group.
Don't you like zombies?
She will build a large arena outside the base.
Capture a group of zombies and engage in a battle between humans and zombies—a battle without spectators, filled only with endless bloodshed and carnage.
Kang Xiyang felt the air growing increasingly heavy; in the extremely hot environment, the room felt as if it were about to freeze.
Having achieved his goal, Kang Xiyang decided not to linger. He turned back to the floor in the entryway, picked up the two black plastic bags, and carried them to the table in the living room.
"These are some limited-edition trinkets I've personally collected. Although in the apocalypse, they might not be as valuable as a loaf of bread."
"But I did think of you when I saw this beautiful collection."
"Just think of these as plastic, a bunch of worthless junk."
Kang Xiyang opened the plain black plastic bag.
The jadeite has a rich color and its surface is almost fluorescent, like a river in spring reflecting the colors of the mountains and forests.
The brilliance of diamonds rivals that of the sun; they shimmer with pure light from any angle.
There are too many. Before the apocalypse, they were all priceless, top-tier collectibles.
They might be displayed in a magnificent hall, illuminated by spotlights. Or they might be hidden deep in a safe, never to see the light of day.
Or perhaps they were placed haphazardly on Jiang Si's dressing table.
But it would never be displayed in front of her.
Jiang Qingwan smiled. She had to admit that Kang Xiyang was quite good at picking gifts.
At the very least, he would definitely make Jin Yaojian give him a good impression, scoring six or seven out of ten.
"Thank you. It's not plastic. I appreciate your kind gesture." Jiang Qingwan put the two black plastic bags into her spatial storage.
When Kangxi saw that Jiang Qingwan had accepted the gift, a huge weight was lifted from his heart.
The worst thing about giving gifts is that the person in a higher position won't accept them.
Since I've accepted them, it's not a waste of all the effort I put into getting so many ornaments from Xia Mei.
pity.
Xia Mei is a light-elemental ability user, and also a flower that needs to be carefully nurtured and cared for.
If Xia Mei were a sunflower, how wonderful it would be if a smile could bring sunshine.
Kang Xiyang's gaze fell on Jiang Qingwan's alluring figure, a look of infatuation flashing across his face.
if……
Jiang Qingwan is mine...
Before Kang Xiyang could even imagine what would happen next, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Jiang Qingwan's cold, sinister gaze fell lightly on Kang Xiyang.
Kang Xiyang instantly suppressed all his thoughts, leaving only one idea: to escape from here.
"Sister Jiang, I'm leaving. Thank you." With that, Kang Xiyang closed the door and fled Jiang Qingwan's house as if his life depended on it.
Jiang Qingwan sheathed her sharp edge and continued to lie on the recliner, swaying leisurely.
This man...
My mind is always focused on AC numbers.
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