Chapter 47: The Games Played by Our Ancestors Leave Interstellar Citizens Green with Envy (Come on, Let's Explore the New World!)

“Little sister, you’ve given it all to them—what will you eat yourself?”

At that moment, a heavily pregnant woman sitting on the high embankment, sewing, smiled warmly at Yi Rongkun.

Yi Rongkun looked toward the woman and replied sweetly, “Hello, Sister Guan Er. I already ate at noon, so it’s okay if I don’t eat now.”

Guan Shuqin listened to the words of this young sister-in-law and couldn’t help but smile gently. “Little sister, you’re so kind to them. When Shitao and the others grow up, they’ll surely repay your kindness.”

A surge of emotion coursed through Gu Chen’s veins, and he let out a soft sigh as he went out onto the balcony to catch some fresh air and cool down.

After all, from Bo Jiu’s perspective, Lin Feng treated Yun Hu far better than those fans believed.

He Zi’an and Liang Zirong were actually half-brothers by the same father. Now, as heads of two entertainment companies, they had long despised each other, and competition seemed inevitable.

His first reaction was to flip through the documents, then lift them up again, his eyes fixed on the special forces soldier.

Although their investment was minimal, every penny was spent on improving the quality of the web series. He even doubted whether the actors involved had received any payment.

Amy glanced into Feng Sheng’s eyes, which occasionally revealed a trace of admiration, though she dared not show it too openly.

Liang Yin helped him purchase some daily necessities as well; since they would be on set for a long time, it would be inconvenient to fetch items from their rented accommodation.

“There will be a way. Don’t worry. Let’s enter the jade pendant space now and discuss a strategy with the two of them, shall we?” Shangguan Po asked.

With that, the intermediary’s figure suddenly blurred into a shadow, moving toward Lin Moxue at a speed nearly impossible to see with the naked eye.

This was exactly the source of Shangguan Yun’s astonishment. Looking at Liu Yong, his heart was thrown into turmoil, and he had a thousand questions about Xie Li.

Bi Yuntao couldn’t believe it; it felt as if the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him.

The moment these people saw their table, they rushed in like seeing saviors.

In fact, some time ago, after rescuing Tony Stark in Afghanistan, Commander Chen Mo, who had not left the villa since, once ventured out to a Chinese martial arts school in Brooklyn for a brief period.

However, judging by the dim and silent surroundings here, it seemed Sniper Village Chief and the others were not present. The few scattered torches in the cave were likely left behind by previous game players who had come through.

Yet Chu Feng did not, as Sun Yuxing had thought, get knocked away by the shattered bone palm. Instead, he stood his ground, unmoving.

Each of them displayed expressions of anger, disgust, disdain, revulsion, or fear on their faces, and their manner of walking was off, creating a strange and eerie atmosphere—no doubt they were terribly nauseated by the lump on their faces.

“Hello, Qian Company. May I ask if you’re here to find someone or to conduct business?” Two security guards blocked her way, their smiles trained and professional.

Most of them were classmates An Ran had recruited from school and naturally listened to her as the director. But Chen Mo was their true boss. They dared not disobey him and all turned toward An Ran.

Sheng Xia gave a deliberately insincere glance back at Sheng Zhe, who was now bedraggled in the bathtub, then prepared to leave the bathroom and change clothes. Unexpectedly, at that moment, Sheng Zhe’s voice came again from behind.

“Amy, since you planned all this from the start, what about me? Was rescuing me also part of your design?” Watching Amy’s increasingly frenzied expression, for some reason, Chen Mu’s heart suddenly filled with fear. He dreaded the possibility that, in the end, he was merely a pawn in her game.