While Maple Syrup was making cookies, Yu Xunge used lightning to prop up a desk and did his history homework. Several cat vice-captains had already gone to various main cities to take photos before the wheat awns broke.
The players of the Wheat Sprouts dispersed. Those who didn't want to be cookies quickly packed up their belongings and rested, while those who wanted to be cookies lined up to find maple syrup, one batch every five minutes.
The aroma of the cookies lingered in my breath, but the burnt smell gradually became stronger.
Yu Xunge glanced cautiously at the cookies; their color was indeed getting darker, clearly indicating that the person baking the cookies was becoming impatient.
In the brief interval between the freshly baked cookies, a sea squirrel, no bigger than an acorn owl's head, ran up to her and handed her a ball of light: "Inside is 10% of the existing resources of the Wheat Mang. Thank you for everything you have done for the Wheat Mang creatures. No matter what the future holds for the Wheat Mang creatures, we will not have a single complaint against you."
Maple Syrup looked down at the ball of light, reached out and took it: "I understand."
After paying the cookie craft fee, the well-behaved sea squirrel ran to Yu Xunge's table, intending to also pay some diplomatic fees to Zaijiu Xunge.
Yu Xunge did not refuse. The resources in the group were certainly not as much as what Mai Mang Songsong gave to Fengtang, but they were still quite a lot. These were resources transferred in Mai Mang's name, and she directly accepted them into Zaijiu.
When we get back, we'll share it with Mistblade Crab and the others, since everyone contributed.
Zi Chuan said he would give her one day, and he really only gave her one day, not a single minute less, but not a single second more.
Maple Syrup has been busy baking cookies, and as the cookies are being baked, the message of "Whose Afternoon Tea" is slowly changing because of the gratitude of these creatures. More and more cookies are being made, and the speed of production is getting faster and faster.
But after baking for 24 hours, maple syrup only produced nearly 20 million cookies.
This number is far less than Yu Xunge had imagined; the war will continue.
The leader of Zichuan, who had been quietly waiting on the sidelines, gripped his weapon, as did Mai Mang.
The atmosphere on both sides of the battlefield became tense and grim once again.
Yu Xunge and Maple Syrup originally planned to continue making some cookies after the war started, but a new request came from Fog Blade. A world on the verge of extinction urgently needed Maple Syrup to help some of the creatures survive in the form of cookies.
Yu Xunge summoned the cat's ideal, and amidst Mai Mang Songsong's grateful yet disappointed gaze, he carried Maple Sugar away from Mai Mang.
They traveled between warring worlds. Some leaders were willing to give them time, while others were not. Even those leaders who were unwilling to cease hostilities tacitly approved of Maple Syrup baking cookies behind the battlefield and would intentionally prevent the flames of war from reaching the area surrounded by fire feathers.
The number of cookies baked with maple syrup represents only a very small fraction of the total number of living beings in a world. They rush to the scene amidst the flames of war and leave mercilessly amidst cries of sorrow. The number of living beings that a world can accommodate is limited, and slaughter is inevitable.
She made more and more cookies, but every day she would ask the person sitting quietly writing at the golden desk diagonally behind her a question.
"Do you think it makes sense? We haven't changed anything."
The other party's response was almost always the same.
"Today, another 20 million more lives have survived in the Star Sea."
One day... two days... three days...
On one of his journeys to a new battlefield, Yu Xunge passed by the shattered "Maimang" dock.
She stopped the boat and transformed the tattered moon, shaped like a squirrel's tail, into a golden apple, which she then plucked.
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The creatures living among the wheat awns have no idea what the ocean is.
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