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Suddenly, Lu Shu realized one thing. He was only 50 thousand distress points away from lighting up the seventh star!
Lu Shu was suddenly excited. His journey to earn 3.2 million distress points was finally coming to an end. Class B was within his reach!
This would not do. He had to earn distress points!
Xia Rensheng looked at Lu Shu, who was crouching in one corner. This
Li Teng
had not spoken. He seemed easier to handle than the rest of the Practitioners. It seemed like this was the only person who could save him some trouble on this vehicle. Xia Rensheng was gloomy. Although he had gone through training before, this was his first time actually leading a team.
The fact that Lu Shu had entered the team was a classified secret. The information that Xia Rensheng could see was limited to
Li Teng
. Lu Shu’s information was kept under high levels of security. Xia Rensheng did not have access to this information.
As the leader of the team, Xia Rensheng wanted to have a trusted subordinate on this long journey. Even if there were conflicts within the team, he would be able to take control easily.
Being a leader was not easy. If there were things that could not be easily said, he could still use his trusted subordinate as his buffer. One could play the good cop, while the other played the bad cop. This would be a better solution.
Thus, Xia Rensheng set his sights on Lu Shu, who was the most well-behaved here…
Suddenly, he saw Lu Shu get up and fish out a box of stinky tofu from his bag. He silently put it on the table and lay down once again. He had no intention of eating the stinky tofu…
Xia Rensheng was confused. Why did you bring stinky tofu on board?! And why did you take it out but not eat it?!
Suddenly, the secret practitioners and the negotiators flared up!
Ugh, what is that smell?!
Which idiot brought stinky tofu on board? Hurry up and open the windows!
Are you dumb?! You can’t open the windows in a train! Whose stinky tofu is this? Hurry up and get rid of it!
From Liu Fan’s distress, +399!
From Xia Rensheng’s distress…
From…
In this airtight train, Lu Shu was in a frenzy to earn the last few distress points he needed…
But Lu Shu did not think that he had gone overboard. After all, there were no particularly kind people on board…
But this caused Lu Shu to become a neglected character, away from the negotiators, the secret practitioners, and Xia Rensheng…
The train continued north. The future of their trip to the west was unpredictable.
It was said that the perfect instant noodles required 500 milliliters of mineral water from the Himalayas. Boil the water to 100 degrees Celsius, then pour the water into the noodles and let it cook for three minutes.
After three minutes, remove the noodles and put it into ice water. Stir it to cool the noodles and ensure that the noodles have a spring to them. Finally, add the condiments and cook for another three minutes with the 100 degree Celsius water. Once the time was up, immediately eat.
But Lu Shu felt that the secret to a bowl of perfect noodles was not how you cooked it, but when you ate it. Some people liked eating it while spending the night at an internet cafe. Others liked to eat it on the train. Some liked to eat it in a hotpot, like in Korean movies, while watching dramas.
As for Lu Shu, he liked to eat when others had no appetite.
Lu Shu held a bowl of instant noodles and sat by the secret practitioners. He listened to them chat. After a while, Liu Fan could not take it anymore.
Brother, could you go somewhere else to eat? Just now you had stinky tofu, now you have a bowl of instant noodles. Are you really out on a mission?
From Liu Fan’s distress, +99…
From Ye Zichen’s distress, +99…
Their train car was sealed shut, At first, everyone thought that they could buy things while on board. This was a mission, not a leisure trip. Everyone felt that it would be shameful to bring instant noodles.
But they could not buy any now, and they did not bring any either…
Lu Shu carried his bowl of instant noodles and happily walked away. He had approached the negotiators and the secret practitioners to hear what mission the Heavenly Network had assigned to them. After listening for a while, the secret practitioners talked about black markets and women…
He could even occasionally hear stories about
The Venerable
. It was as if the Venerable had become a legend among the secret practitioners. It was like a young martial arts master with white flowing robes and peak combat power in novels.
The chat from the negotiators’ side was of more substance. Lu Shu heard some clues from them. The Heavenly Network wanted to sell their standard long swords to small organizations who did not pose a threat to them in order to obtain their ores.
These ores were all metal ores that could be used to produced standard training weapons with magical energy after the rise of the magical era.
The Heavenly Network had a good plan. They could check other big organizations by trading their weapons to small organizations. These small organizations also did not have the technology to produce their own weapons and could only rely on bought weapons. The Heavenly Network would also obtain some of the resources that they desperately needed.
History had proven that isolated countries would only be beaten up by other countries. Thus, the strategy that the Heavenly Network had chosen was to actively make use of their global position, and not to persistently develop the strength of the Practitioners in their organization.
There may be some people who felt that the Heavenly Network acted like gangsters. But Lu Shu felt that being vigilant in times of peace was the way to survive.
Lu Xiaoyu was bored. She did not want to stay at home and watch Naruto. She felt that there was no meaning when Lu Shu was not home.
Lu Xiaoyu carried her small bag. Little Fury obediently crawled up to her bag. The two of them headed to Luo Shen College. Big Cat and Naughty Pig were playing in the fields. Lu Xiaoyu let them take a break.
When she reached Luo Shen College, a group of people greeted her. She bumped into Li Yixiao and Nalan Que walking towards the residential area. When Nalan Que saw Lu Xiaoyu, she beamed with joy. She liked Lu Xiaoyu from the bottom of her heart.
Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, come, have some food at our place.
Li Yixiao wanted to reject her, but thinking about it, Lu Xiaoyu was not Lu Shu. He was relieved and did not speak.
Lu Xiaoyu thought about it and agreed. She walked in and put on a pair of cotton slippers.
There’s something wrong with this pair of slippers.
Li Yixiao’s expression changed. Nalan Que calmly took a pair of scissors and cut the pair of cotton slippers. There were two 100 hundred dollar bills inside…
Wow, Li Yixiao. Did you learn how to sew so that you can hide your savings?
Nalan Que’s expression darkened.
From Li Yixiao’s distress, +666!
Li Yixiao understood. Nothing good ever happened when either of the siblings came.
Ha ha ha, I just realized that we have no food at home. Let’s go out to eat!
Lu Xiaoyu looked around.
Okay. To thank you for taking care of me, I will treat you to a meal. Treat it as a form of thanks for building the inn.
When they reached the restaurant, Lu Xiaoyu ordered a bottle of alcohol for Li Yixiao. After waiting for Li Yixiao to drink a bit, Lu Xiaoyu asked,
Do you know where exactly Lu Shu is headed to this time?
Li Yixiao said without thinking,
Somewhere in Europe. After forming an alliance with the Deities in Sweden, they will come back. I don’t think they will take long. Maybe at most half a year?
Sweden? The Deities?!
Lu Xiaoyu was dumbfounded. Lu Shu had never told her any of this!
Lu Xiaoyu put down her chopsticks and grabbed Little Fury, who was still eating. She headed to the cashier to pay the bill. She had to go to Europe!
The boss of the restaurant calculated the cost and said with a smile,
Young lady, your total is 201 yuan. But I’ll charge you 200 yuan!
Lu Xiaoyu thought about it and said.
Then if the total is 204 yuan, how much will you charge me?
The boss was dumbfounded. He waved his hand.
I’ll also charge you 200 yuan!
Lu Xiaoyu nodded.
Then could I trouble you to give me a bottle of Coca Cola?
The shop owner was confused.
From Zhuo Muxian’s distress, +666!
