The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

Chu Yi and the others did not return to Wu Xinrou's home. Now it was already early morning, and Linglong planned to go out to pick up trash.

So after seeing off the rich store manager and her twin maids, Chu Yi temporarily said goodbye to Wu Xinrou.

The reason why it is temporary is, on the one hand, because we will meet in the game later, and on the other hand, because Chu Yi will bring Xilin and the others here tomorrow, or it will be like this for several days to come.

So there is no sadness of parting.

"Xinrou, see you later."

Chu Yi rubbed Wu Xinrou's head, which was a silent compliment. After all, he had been a guide for a day, so he should show some appreciation.

Wu Xinrou has become accustomed to Chu Yi's touch. A satisfied smile appears on the girl's beautiful and delicate face. Even her smart and moving eyes are slightly narrowed, showing the girl's happy mood at the moment.

Xilin and the others also said goodbye to Wu Xinrou. After a whole day, the two little cuties, Xilin and Linglong, had a lot of fun. The smiles on their cute little faces never disappeared.

Without seeing any movement from Chu Yi, the space in front slowly began to melt, and a somewhat dreamy door appeared.

Federal Area A was paralyzed again. Fuxi once again frantically mobilized computing power and began to silently analyze the formation principle of this door.

In terms of ambition alone, Fuxi was much stronger than anyone else, and he desired the progress of civilization more than anyone else.

But unfortunately, this door looks simple, but let alone Fuxi, even those unspeakable beings behind the Blue Star would be staring at each other in confusion, leaving you and me under the tree.

This is not a power that the current Fuxi, or even the Fuxi in the distant future, can understand.

Chu Yi and the others disappeared. Wu Xinrou touched the top of her head, feeling the remaining warmth. Thinking about today's dreamlike experience, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up into a touching arc.

Today is indeed a day worth remembering.

In a small park on 17th Street in Federal District D, two old men are playing chess.

The park is not really shabby, but the rust on the fitness facilities cannot be concealed even after several coats of bright yellow paint, nor can the tall, crooked locust trees in the park, or the cobblestone paths that have been almost worn flat, all prove one point.

This is a park with a very old feel, and its facilities are extremely retro, even somewhat out of tune with Blue Star's current technological level.

But this is the Federal District D, and the Federation’s modern social welfare does not favor this place. In fact, the park in front of us is already a paradise-level place in the Federal District D.

The reason is very simple. This area is protected by someone. Idle hooligans, robbers, and murderers are not qualified to act rashly.

The two old men playing chess were thin. Although their faces were full of wrinkles from years of accumulation, their eyes were bright and even had a hint of sharpness.

The battle situation in Qipan Mountain was very dangerous at this time. The red team, led by the old man in green, had been pressing forward step by step, and was about to force the black team, led by the old man in white, into a dead end!

"Hey! Oh, by the way, Lao Wutou, my family seems to be cooking rice. I have to go back and take a look, otherwise the rice will get burnt!"

Obviously, the old man in white shirt did not have any trump card, and there was no major reversal in the situation. However, although he did not have any trump card, he still had a handsome face.

Seeing that he couldn't win but didn't want to admit defeat, the old man in white shirt prepared to cheat and run away.

"Song Lianshan, you've lost three battles and three losses. You're no longer good enough."

The old man in green smiled slightly, not angry, but just shook his head and spoke with some regret.

But as soon as these words were spoken, the old man in white shirt, who had already turned around, froze. What did he mean by he was no longer able to do it?

A man cannot say no, this is the bottom line at all times!

"Budo-ryu, why are you talking like a fart? I'm just being humble!"

"Come, come, come, let me kill you without leaving a single piece of armor!"

The old man in white shirt, Song Lianshan, sat back on the small bench in the park with a glared and beard puffed. Three minutes later, the black side was trapped and killed.

"Okay, you're old enough to not lose?"

Looking at Song Lianshan, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot and who was sitting there sulking without saying a word, Wudao Liu slowly put away his best Huanghuali chess set. If possible, he did not want to play chess with Song Lianshan, who was such a bad chess player. But unfortunately, there were not many people who liked to play chess in Federal District D.

"Bullshit, why can't I afford to lose? I just thought of some unhappy things!"

Song Lianshan's face turned red with anger, and he said that he was just thinking about some sad things and it had nothing to do with losing or not.

Wudoliu didn't say anything. After putting away the chess pieces, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle afternoon breeze. There was no one else in this small park except the two old men.

The martial arts master ignored Song Lianshan, but Song Lianshan, who got angry quickly, couldn't help it. At his age, he just liked to chat. Doesn't it mean he's pretending to be a cool male god by not talking?

You two old guys, stop talking nonsense!

"Old Wutou, your precious granddaughter is coming to see you in a couple of days?"

Song Lianshan is quite good at picking topics. Let me ask, what is the proudest thing in a martial arts practitioner's life?

That must be having such an outstanding granddaughter!

"That's right, Xiaorou will be back in a few days."

With a proud smile on his face, the martial artist suddenly regretted his decision. He was just bored and had a sore mouth. Why was he asking this? Wasn't he just making things difficult for himself?

Thinking of his disappointing grandson, Song Lianshan felt unhappy!

In fact, there are some problems with this statement. Song Lianshan's grandson is not disappointing. At the age of 21, he is now an acquired warrior who has touched the threshold of innateness. This is no longer disappointing, but a little genius.

But that depends on who you compare yourself with. Any ancient martial artist from Blue Star who compares himself with Wu Xinrou will only make things uncomfortable.

"Old Wu, you see Xiaorou is not young anymore. It just so happens that the brat in my family is about the same age as Xiaorou. Look~."

But Song Lianshan is a man with many ideas. Unfortunately, the martial arts world does not agree with this idea at all.

He glanced at Song Lianshan indifferently. Based on the looks of your guy, he might not be worthy of his precious granddaughter?

"This matter is up to Xiaorou to decide. No one is allowed to interfere."

"Neither can Yuxi and Liuyun."

Wudao Liu's words were firm and decisive, leaving no room for Song Lianshan to imagine. The Yuxi and Liuyun he mentioned were Wu Yuxi and Zhao Liuyun, and they were Wu Xinrou's parents.

This was to remind Song Lianshan not to think of using Wu Xinrou's parents as a breakthrough point, as it was unrealistic.

Song Lianshan's body froze for a moment, and then he began to curse, saying that Wudoliu was an incompetent grandfather who didn't even worry about his granddaughter's life-long affairs.

But he said what he wanted, and it was just bullshit anyway.

But Wudoliu was wrong about one thing. Her precious granddaughter would not come back in a few days, but would come home for dinner tonight!