Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan: "..."
The two had nothing to say to each other on any level.
After exchanging their skills, the three boarded the bus.
No matter how long you stay in the instance, the time it takes to travel from the starting station to the terminal station on the outside is at most the same as the time it takes for a bus to travel from the starting station to the terminal station.
They also considered using the different passage of time to exercise and think about problems here, but there was no food.
Apart from the participating players, there are no other living beings here.
In instances like jungles, there won't be any plants or other life forms that can survive on soil, sunlight, or water.
The iron thorn on the island where Li Changzhou first participated in the competition was probably carnivorous, drawing nutrients only from the soil, which would weaken it.
Of course, you can also use this time before you get hungry—if the player still has stamina after a life-or-death battle.
Whether others survived or not, Li Changzhou is definitely gone this time; his arm is practically falling off!
They didn't fall asleep immediately while sitting on the bus.
A bus that drives along a cliff face—such an amazing experience, how could you possibly miss it?
Li Qianxia clung to the window, shouting at the scenery outside.
The Nu River is like a ferocious python, devouring the towering mountains like a cake.
The Yellow River flows westward, breaking through the Kunlun Mountains, roaring for thousands of miles to touch the Dragon Gate—the imposing force of the turbid waves before one's eyes inevitably brings this poem to mind.
Li Changzhou gazed calmly out the window, wondering when he too could be like this raging river, cleaving through the earth and mountains, and taking the world as his food.
"......Thanks."
Yang Qinglan's voice seemed to soften even the deafening waves.
"What?" he asked.
Yang Qinglan sat in front of him, leaning against the back of her chair, without turning around.
Li Changzhou looked at her black hair tied up, her slender, fair neck, and her beautiful profile.
"Thank you for saving me."
Li Changzhou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You shed tears to save me, what's a little blood to me? I'd even accept losing my arm."
Yang Qinglan handed over her right hand, as if she were passing exam papers around in a classroom.
Um?
Li Changzhou reached out and grasped that small hand.
The touch was somewhat like holding a hummingbird, so small and so warm, and he couldn't help but handle it with care.
(Grandpa, Grandma, Qianxia misspoke. I only held the girl's wrist through her clothes. This was the first time I'd ever held a girl's hand. Don't worry, the Li family line won't end with me!)
Yang Qinglan slapped his hand away.
"What are you doing? Stockings," she said coldly.
"...I've forgotten all about it."
"Oh."
Li Changzhou returned the black flammable material to her, even more stingy than a peacock, but this small problem could be tolerated for the sake of her good looks.
"Brother! Look! Aren't I amazing!" Li Qianxia leaped into the air, transforming into a majestic white snowy owl, and swooped down onto the river.
Just as it was about to be hit by the wave and swallowed whole, the snowy owl let out a wolf howl and burst out of the spray like lightning, soaring into the sky.
"Qianxia, come back, do you hear me!" Li Changzhou shouted out the window.
Yang Qinglan held the stockings in her right hand and gently caressed them; the man's hand was even hotter and stronger than described in the book.
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