A Night Talk
Ye Zichen used a concentration incantation on Tiantian, then took her to bed to rest. Perhaps she really was tired. Not long after getting into bed, she fell into a deep sleep.
However, as she lay on the bed, she muttered incessantly. From the shape of her lips, she seemed to be saying "Mom."
Ye Zichen's heart ached.
Tiantian was still a child. She'd only just reunited with her mother, but now they were separated again. This sort of pain was naturally unbearable.
Ye Zichen sighed softly, touched her cheek, covered her with a blanket, then left the room.
Phew.
Ye Zichen exhaled a puff of smoke. He was currently holding an orange-red cigarette between his fingers. Cigarette butts littered the ground around his feet.
It'd been a long time since he'd smoked so fiercely. He'd only crouched in a corner and puffed on something he couldn't resolve.
The Xiao Family.
Although there were a few Xiao Family members in the Immortal Region, they were just minor clans. They didn't have the ability to come and go as they pleased in the Heavenly Court.
Obviously, the Xiao Family Tiantian mentioned was from the God Realm. It seemed the only ones Ye Zichen knew about were the imperial clans in charge of tribulation lightning, the Xiao Family.
Ye Zichen didn't understand. Why were these Heaven Masters constantly opposing him?
When he ascended to divinity, the Xiao Family sent down tribulation lightning, shattered his godhead, and almost killed him.
Now they'd descended to the lower realms to capture Xiao Yumei and Chang 'e. What on earth were they planning?
Ye Zichen unwittingly crushed the cigarette in his hand into two. His surroundings were suffused with a chilling, somber aura.
"It's so late. Why aren't you resting? Why are you smoking?"
At that moment, Zuo Mo walked into the courtyard. She frowned at the cigarette butts on the ground, then frowned.
"Are you worried about the demons' attack?"
Ye Zichen glanced at her coolly, then pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit another. Zuo Mo snatched it away and frowned. "It's bad for your health."
As she spoke, she reached out her hand.
Ye Zichen couldn't help but smile wryly. He shrugged, indicating that he'd put all his cigarettes into her hands. He stretched lazily, blew the smoke away, and said, "It's so late.
Why aren't you resting? Why did you come all the way here? "
"Do you think I'm that free?" Zuo Mo put the cigarette in her hand back into the box, then placed her hands behind her back. "Our Treasure Tower has always been sending resources to you when you were fighting against the demons. I've just sent the last batch of resources over. I wanted to rest, but I couldn't sleep, so I just wandered around. This is my first time coming to the Dragon Clan. "
That's what Zuo Mo said, but whether or not Ye Zichen believed her was another matter entirely.
Especially when she said that she casually strolled around.
Ye Zichen's residence was quite a distance away from the Dragon Race's storage area. It made no sense that Zuo Mo's casual stroll had led her here.
However, Ye Zichen wouldn't point it out. He simply smiled.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"It's nothing," Zuo Mo waved her hand.
"The war resources that the Treasure Tower sent must be worth a lot, right? You made a loss this time!" Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows with a smile.
"I understand the principle of interdependence. If you lose, then even if the Treasure Tower has millions of dollars, it'll be useless. I'm only doing this to benefit myself."
"It would be great if those little merchants understood as well as you did. Back at Lin Xihe's wedding …."
Halfway through his sentence, Ye Zichen stopped.
Lin Xihe. She was dead.
Ye Zichen's mood inexplicably darkened. Zuo Mo, who didn't know what was going on, thought he was feeling sorry for Zhao Zizhao's betrayal.
"Big Sister Xihe isn't weak."
"That's right, she's absolutely not weak."
Ye Zichen forced a smile. Zuo Mo easily understood the deeper meaning behind his words.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing." Ye Zichen smiled and waved his hand. "I'm just agreeing with what you said. If she really was weak, she couldn't have become the lord of a city, could she? She's the only female city lord in the outer regions of the Immortal Region. "
"Big Sister Xihe is no less a woman than a man. She's always been my role model," said Zuo Mo with a smile.
Then she arched her brows. "Right, since you've all come to the demons, you should know where Big Sister Xihe lives, right? Can you take me there? I'm starting to miss her."
"She …." Ye Zichen hesitated. "She was injured while fighting the demons. It's best if you don't disturb her. Let her rest for a while."
"Injured? How is it? Is it serious?" asked Zuo Mo anxiously.
"It's not particularly serious, but she'll need some time to recover," replied Ye Zichen.
"Alright, it just so happens that I brought quite a few natural treasures and healing medicines. I'll have the Dragon Race deliver some to Big Sister Xihe."
Zuo Mo nodded and muttered to herself. Ye Zichen didn't want to dwell on this topic, so he changed the subject.
"Your resources this time …."
"I was just about to tell you," said Zuo Mo. "Just now, I moved all of the bombs that the Treasure Tower refined over. According to the test results, ordinary human immortals shouldn't be able to withstand the blast. "
"That's great!"
Ye Zichen clenched his fists. "The demons are currently working with Gu Li's blood zombies. They have an overwhelming advantage in numbers. If we could get our hands on bombs, that would be fantastic news for us. "
"That's right, and I've already ordered the Dragon Race to build a factory overnight. When the two sides fight, we'll be able to supply you with an unlimited supply of gunpowder and bombs. "
"Alright."
Ye Zichen nodded solemnly. This news had given him quite a bit of excitement as well.
"So long as we have enough gunpowder, I'll definitely teach those bastards a lesson."
However, as he waved his arms, the wound on his body tugged. He couldn't help but gasp.
A streak of red seeped out of his chest. When Zuo Mo saw it …..
"You …."
"It's just a small wound. It's nothing. Give me a few days and I'll recover." Ye Zichen pursed his lips into a smile, then changed the subject. "How many explosives do you have on hand? How long will it take for the factory to produce them ….."
"I have tens of thousands. Even if the factory works non-stop, it'll take about three days," said Zuo Mo.
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