Li Yahong continued, "Everything okay tonight?"
"No problem!"
"Then I'll borrow your place to take a bath." Li Yahong blinked her eyes.
Wu Heng glanced at her, and after the two ghosts left, he said sternly, "Hold onto the table with both hands."
"What's wrong~!" Li Yahong, feeling aggrieved, still held onto the edge of the table.
Wu Heng picked up a flyswatter nearby, slapped it down, and said, "Haven't you been training at all?"
Li Yahong revealed a busted expression and argued, "I've been busy."
...
The next day, at two in the afternoon.
Wu Heng arrived in Pujiang City by plane, then rode a Skeleton Flying Dragon to the agreed location.
It had been two years since the apocalypse.
Most survivors gathered towards official or major bases, but there were still some small refuges maintaining their own independent survival.
However, the living conditions weren't as good as those in the big bases; the only advantage was freedom.
