It is still the space where you can’t help but the kitchen smells of oil smoke. How to solve the dietary problem has become a common nightmare for trialists in all cities.

Ccheng-

A group of people sat cross-legged on the stone floor, looking at me, and I looked at you, and staring at you.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Finally, Ge Shu Chong was uncomfortable and broke his silence in anger. "Can I cook?"

So, everyone's eyes turned to Feng Junye again.

The impression Feng Junye left on everyone is that he talks appropriately and behaves calmly. Even when cooking, he will definitely not be able to hurt him...he...

However, this time, Feng Junye just smiled dryly and shook his head.

If he was allowed to enter the kitchen, the result would probably be similar to Yan Yueque. The difference is that Yan Yueque has the courage to try in public, and Feng Junye, since he knew that he was not good enough, there was no need to lose this person.

This made everyone stumped. In the past, they were all young masters from major forces, and they were all rich and frugal, so how could they cook on their own? What's worse is that it's live broadcast now. They can't cook, so they must have seen it online fans. Isn't this lowering their impression points?

"Isn't anyone here able to cook for a long time?" After a while, Ge Shu roared.

If you are hungry for a day, it would be fine, but you can't be hungry for three months! Moreover, even if they are spiritual cultivators who can rely on their spiritual power to support themselves, the virtual soldiers below must have a meal. Otherwise, they will not be able to fight with the enemy and they should be paralyzed.

"Or why should we make trouble by ourselves?" Unable to catch the warrior, Ge Shuchong simply acted as a warrior himself and went into the kitchen excitedly to prepare.

Isn’t it just cooking? How difficult can this be! Look at them all timidly!

Feng Junye and others were half sorry for his dark dishes, half worried about his thoughts of being powerful, and they all went into the kitchen together. This one looked for seasonings, the one controlled the heat... After their first cooperation, they finally brought out a plate of dishes that looked like they could barely see.

However, good times don't last long-

"Vomit--" Everyone who tasted the first bite vomited out at the same time.

This is not cooking, this is simply murder!

"It won't work..." Ge Shu Chong, who was rolling on the ground with his stomach in his arms, made a difficult decision, "One person here must learn to cook!"

"Good idea, then you can start learning now." Ge Shuqing's face also twisted, and he barely sat cross-legged, circling his inner breath to wash his whole body.

Jicheng—

"Are all the people in our group so conscious? They all brought their own dry food?"

Compared with other cities, the "painting style" of Jicheng is obviously unique.

When it was time for dinner, the trialists flipped their bags and quickly took out a pile of canned food and frozen food, and started eating with relish.

"What else? You can't cook!" Mu Hansha was lying on his canned yellow peaches. To be honest, not many people could consider dietary issues when participating in the field trial mission. Even if there were, they would only hope for official supply, or if there were so many companions, there would always be people who could cook and they would never be hungry.

With the mentality of "It is better to begging for yourself than asking others", Mu Hansha prepared a large bag of quick food. Unexpectedly, the members of the same group were also a bunch of lazy people, which really called "not a family, not a family, not a family."

"After eating, prepare to rest. Remember to arrange for people to take turns to watch the night and beware of the enemy's attack at night." Feng Qiwu was serious and ordered coldly even when eating.

At this time, Mu Hansha seemed to suddenly remember something. After eating the remaining canned food in a few bites, he rushed to the walkie-talkie and hurriedly contacted his teammates.

"Everyone from Wucheng, I would like to remind you that you must not let Xue Meng cook!"

There was silence across the street.

Mu Hansha gradually had some bad premonition. Could it be that all over the place... have been killed?

...

The night is deep.

After experiencing the destruction of food, the trialists dragged their half-full stomachs and fell asleep early.

On the side of City A, Yan Yueque was first vigilant himself. Sitting under the city tower, he quietly drank mineral water, sometimes raised his head and counted the stars in the sky.

The night in the virtual space is so beautiful.

At some point, another figure sat down next to him.

"Do you still have any opinions about Miss Boliang?" Gu Mingxu didn't know if she couldn't sleep or came to talk to him specifically. Yan Yueque glanced coldly and threw another bottle of mineral water over, which was considered to be a greeting.

"Today she has developed a strategy and led us to siege the city and fall into the ground, which is already very hard." Gu Mingxu continued, "Even if you don't want to cooperate with her, at least don't cause trouble for her again, right?"

In the melee arena, she was assassinated. At that time, Feng Boliang and her friends actively investigated and helped her catch the real murderer. Moreover, with her situation at that time, she didn't need to earn points through this task at all. This also made Gu Mingxu grateful to her.

Yan Yueque snorted coldly: "Even if you win a battle, the witch will still be a witch!" It is absolutely impossible to let him live in harmony with a witch!

"I think a person's background does not represent everything." Gu Mingxu didn't mind his attitude of keeping people from afar and said with a good temper. At the same time, he quietly raised his hand and set up a soundproof barrier beside him.

People entering the trial space sometimes need to communicate a little secret or a couple’s love. For the sake of protecting their privacy, they can set up barriers when talking about secret topics, so that their communication voices will not be heard by the audience watching the live broadcast.

"I'll tell you a story." Gu Mingxu spoke again within the barrier. This time, his expression was a bit low.

"I once had a younger brother who, like me, had the authentic royal bloodline. When we were young, we played together in the imperial garden and grew up playing together. Even in the royal family that was recognized as having a cold relationship, we still had the most sincere brotherhood."

"Until one day, my brother's ancestors made a mistake, and the father was furious and ordered their lineage to be expelled from the royal family and demoted to common people."

"At that time, I was just a young prince, without power and power. I could not control my father's decision at all, and I could not save my younger brother."

"Since then, I have never seen him again. I don't know where my brother's clan members live now, and whether they are doing well... I only remember the two words that have been entrenched in my mind during that period were, "I originally had the same roots, why are we fighting each other too urgently."

"There is still this thing..." Yan Yueque frowned and turned his gaze, "Why haven't I heard of it at all?"

"That was a palace scandal. It is understandable that the father wanted to protect the royal reputation and strictly ordered all insiders to block the news." Gu Mingxu sighed softly, "Not to mention outsiders, even Mingxi doesn't know."

Yan Yueque's eyes flashed: "Then why did you tell me? Aren't you afraid that I will reveal your palace scandal?"

"Because I want you to understand," Gu Mingxu stared at him seriously. "Identity and bloodline are just external things. I don't want you to bother you and suffer in vain. Instead of obsessing with things that are inherent and unchangeable, it is better to focus on the feelings around you. The bond between people is sometimes better than blood."

Did he want me not to deny the witch himself because of his identity, or... Yan Yueque's eyes became even colder, and he advised me not to suffer because of his illegitimate identity...?

But Gu Mingxu did not answer his doubts anymore. Looking up at the endless starry sky, he waved his hand again and removed the barrier.

"If he is also watching the live broadcast now and can hear my words, then I want to tell him that no matter where he is, in my heart, he will always be my brother and my relative."

...

On the night in Yicheng, Feng Boliang was responsible for the night watch, while Mo Gucheng sat in the control room and practiced quietly. The two sat at the corners of the house, clearly close at hand, but there was no communication.

Until midnight, Shi Jiutian walked out of the room in a daze.

"Is there any leftover food? I'm hungry!"

Feng Boliang nodded suddenly: "Yes, I may have done less dinner before, and everyone will be hungry at night. You can wait a moment before I make some midnight snack!"

Mo Gucheng's frown eyebrows jumped slightly when he heard the conversation between the two, as if he was a little unhappy.

Before long, Feng Boliang brought out a plate of snacks from the kitchen. Her pastry skills have obviously improved a lot. The skins of the cakes and biscuits are roasted and crispy, with a series of tempting fragrances that constantly stimulate the senses of the people in the room.

"Brother Gucheng, do you want to eat some?" Feng Boliang first asked Mo Gucheng, but what he got was his cold rejection. However, Feng Boliang was used to it. If he suddenly stopped being stubborn with him one day and cooperated honestly with everything, maybe by that time, she would still be unaccustomed to it.

"He doesn't want me!" Shi Jiutian, who was anxious, had already pounced on him, grabbed a few biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth.

Mo Gucheng'er listened to annoying chewing sounds, as well as the casual jokes between Feng Boliang and Shi Jiutian.

"You have changed a lot recently! When I first participated in the assessment, I ignored anyone and now I can participate in some group activities. If you have the chance in the future, let's play together. First of all, you have to give others a chance, and then everyone can get closer to you!"

At the Emperor's Sword Pavilion, Shi Jiutian was locked in a deserted house by himself from childhood to adulthood, practicing hard day and night. Although the elders regarded him as the hope in the pavilion and believed that he would definitely be able to soar into the sky for many years, only Shi Jiutian himself knew that such days were really boring.

Since childhood, he was deprived of all the joys of life, just living for the sword and dying for the sword with the expectations of everyone. But he, who had never contacted the outside world, naturally thought that life should be like this.

It was not until he entered the Heavenly Palace Gate and met and met with different people that he realized the different appearance of life. No matter how cold he was, he was still a young person. He knew that his current life was what he liked. So gradually, he began to integrate into this new world. As well as his personality, he also became much "humanized".

"I don't want to participate in so many activities." But at the moment of changing personality, Shi Jiutian also ushered in his "rebellious period". He wanted to do it in his heart, but he insisted on showing off his strength, "I came to participate in this for Mo Gucheng!"

"It's such a coincidence, so too!" Feng Boliang laughed, "But you are trying to duel with him, and I am trying to make friends with him!"

Mo Gucheng's eyebrows beat slightly again.

Anyway, she can easily get along with anyone.

To her, I'm not special...

Realizing the strange thoughts in his heart, Mo Gucheng was also confused and inexplicably confused.

Who does she want to play with? What does it have to do with me? Why do I care about her?

"This cookie is really good. You can make a little more next time..." Shi Jiutian was having a happy meal, but suddenly, he stretched out his other hand and took the plate from him.

"Aren't you going to be friends with me?" Facing the surprised two people, Mo Gucheng glanced at Feng Boliang and said coldly, "Make one serving for friends, one serving is enough."

...

City of Wu.

"Ye Shuo... I want to ask you a question." Ye Shuo and Yan Xuemeng sat side by side by side by the fireplace in the corner of the wall. Yan Xuemeng's cheeks were stained with a faint red light by the beating flames, and even more beautiful.

"When you were grouping before, why did you insist on keeping me?"

Yan Xuemeng paused, bit her lip lightly, and then plucked up the courage to ask again:

"Is it to be angry with Brother Shi Lin, or because... do you think I am very important to you?"

"Of course you are very important to me!" Although his stomach was still vaguely rumbling, Ye Shuo held Yan Xuemeng's hand without hesitation.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have participated in this trial at all!"

"Every time, when I am unhappy, you are the only one who is willing to listen to me and patiently comfort me. So I hope you can support me by my side. Do you know? You have always been my source of strength!"

"Actually, I like to stay with you..." Yan Xuemeng looked at him, smiled and lowered her head, "Maybe it's because you have been living a completely different life from me. When you were with you, even I seemed to have become another self without realizing it..."

"I like this feeling very much, and I like myself who is with you..."

Under the shadow of the flames, the two men gradually approached, and the two lonely hearts seemed to have a direction and a support here.

Xuemeng, actually, I like me in front of you... Ye Shuo couldn't help but smile knowingly when he looked at the girl beside him.

There is no need to compromise like he is to Tingsha, there is no need to always be like a child who never grows up, nor does it have to face Yang Qingxin, with guilt towards Ning Bufan and a relationship caused by a misunderstanding.

Only when he is with Xue Meng is his truest self.
Chapter completed!