Inside the meeting room.
"I'll be staying here for a while." Zhou Ping, sitting upright in his seat, was a little tense, his eyes lowered, looking somewhat uneasy.
He received an extremely warm welcome as soon as he landed.
The beast tide came about strangely. After thinking it over, Zhou Ping decided to stay for a while and wait until things settled down before heading to Olympus from the mist.
The night watchman had already arranged accommodations for him and Shang Yan. He had just put Shang Yan on the bed when he came to hold a meeting.
"Greetings, Senior Sword Immortal. I am Han Han, the captain of the Night Watch squad stationed at Vermilion Bird Pass," Han Han said, extending his hand to Zhou Ping.
His eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.
Zhou Ping blinked, extended his hand and shook hands with him, "Hello."
Why is everyone staring at him? He didn't seem to have done anything wrong today...
He was dressed neatly, his hair was tidy, and he seemed fine.
Zhou Ping suddenly missed the time when Shang Yan was by her side.
The people sitting in the chairs were all looking at him with an indescribable gaze, seemingly tinged with a hint of fanaticism.
Why are they so agitated? He's just an ordinary person...
Zhou Ping clenched his fists nervously, his face turning pale.
I want to go back and sleep with Yan Yan in my arms.
"If there's nothing else..." he paused, "I'll be going now?"
Upon hearing this, Han Han immediately stood up and said, "Respectfully seeing off Senior Sword Immortal!"
His words only made things worse. As soon as he stood up, everyone around him stood up and shouted in unison, "Respectfully bidding farewell to the Sword Immortal Senior!"
Zhou Ping:......
His earlobes were tinged with a light pink.
He felt like his feet could dig out a three-bedroom apartment.
He fled as quickly as if he were being chased by a raging flood.
After watching Zhou Ping leave, Han Han's teammates behind him exclaimed, "Sword Immortal Senior runs so fast!"
Han Han nodded, agreeing.
After quickly leaving the conference room, Zhou Ping practically ran and walked away. After only a few steps, he took off running, heading straight for his residence.
Zhou Ping had been away from Shang Yan for quite some time and was a little worried.
Zhou Ping was relieved to see Shang Yan lying quietly on the bed when he returned to his residence.
019 flew over, "You're back?"
“Hmm.” Zhou Ping nodded at it, sat on the edge of the bed and held Shang Yanping’s hand, which was placed beside him.
We've been shrouded in mist for almost a month, and only now are we emerging.
Zhou Ping reached out and stroked Shang Yan's palm.
The accommodations were fully equipped, and the bathroom had been cleaned well in advance.
After Zhou Ping fetched some water, he wet the towel with warm water and wiped Shang Yan clean. He had already changed the water in two basins.
Shang Yan wasn't dirty, so wiping him off was easy.
After washing Shang Yan, he poured out the water, turned around to find some clothes, and took a dry towel into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Zhou Ping, who had washed himself clean, dried the water droplets from his hair and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He checked his phone, but it still wasn't responding. After pressing the button twice, the screen went completely black.
Zhou Ping held the black-screened phone somewhat awkwardly, muttering helplessly, "It seems to be broken...?"
019 flew over to his side, crossed her arms, and asked, "Should we ask Han Han? I think they admire you so much, they'd definitely be willing to get you a phone."
Zhou Ping's dark eyes trembled. Recalling the situation in the conference room earlier, his body shuddered, and he hesitated before saying, "Let's forget about it."
The thought of facing that scene again, which would require him to dig out a three-bedroom apartment, made Zhou Ping's face turn red.
Let's forget about it.
Whether he has a cell phone or not makes no difference to him.
He doesn't need to use his phone most of the time...
Thinking of this, Zhou Ping lowered his head and glanced at Shang Yan, who was sleeping soundly.
When Shang Yan was around, Zhou Ping would check his phone frequently, afraid of missing his messages.
For him now, a cell phone is just a tool for making calls, and there aren't many people he can call...
My third uncle counts, Shang Yan's family counts, Guan Zai counts, Ye Fan counts... it seems like that's all.
Thinking about this, Zhou Ping became even more determined to stay home.
If he doesn't go out, they won't come looking for him, right?
Seeing Zhou Ping's determined expression, 019 scratched his head and asked, "Without a cell phone, will you rely on me to contact the outside world?"
019 politely declined; it's a ruthless system, no joke!
"Besides, what if Shangyan's sister calls? His family hasn't seen Shangyan for a while, right?" Seeing that Zhou Ping was wavering, 019 pressed on.
019 makes a lot of sense.
Zhou Ping nodded heavily and walked slowly toward the door.
He looked as if he were carrying a huge mission, about to die, his expression serious and solemn.
"Then I'll go ask them... if they can give me a cell phone."
019: Anyone who didn't know better would think Zhou Ping was going to slay a god. Why is it so solemn?
019 nodded and watched Zhou Ping leave.
Zhou Ping pushed open the door with a solemn expression and walked outside. He walked quickly, looked around, locked his gaze on Han Han standing on the city wall of the checkpoint, and then walked over with a serious expression.
Han Han noticed someone walking towards her and quickly turned around. When she saw it was Zhou Ping, her eyes lit up.
Noticing the solemn and serious expression on Zhou Ping's face, Han Han's heart skipped a beat.
Why does the Sword Immortal look so bad? Is it because the beast tide is coming again, or what happened?
What major event has occurred?
After Zhou Ping walked up to Han Han, he just stood there quietly looking at him, pondering for a long time.
Han Han was so frightened that she could barely speak, "Sword Immortal... Senior? What's wrong? Is something...?"
After Han Han asked the question first, Zhou Ping slowly exhaled, touched his pocket, and handed the broken phone with a black screen to Han Han.
"Something's up."
Han Han thought it was some important intelligence to show him, so he stared intently at the black screen of his phone, almost scrutinizing it, but the screen still didn't light up.
Han Han blinked her slightly sore eyes and coughed twice. "Senior Sword Immortal, could you turn up the screen brightness so I can take a look?"
Zhou Ping pursed his lips and handed the phone forward again.
"My phone is broken, could you... give me a new one?" After saying this, he lowered his eyelids and explained, "It broke when I went into the fog before, I can pay for it."
Zhuque Pass is in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by troops and endless mountains and fields.
Besides asking the night watchman for a cell phone, he really couldn't find any other way in the short term.
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