Unless It Crashed onto My Head!

"This is a building from the East Province in the era of our civilization."

Seeing that Feng Mengyue indeed wore the expression their director had expected, the warrior who had said nothing earlier but had been secretly observing her finally stepped forward confidently.

Pointing at the three-story building bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, he introduced it enthusiastically:

"When we reached this place to rest, we discovered this building."

"At first, we thought some wandering ghost or monster had set up a trap in the wilderness, and we were a little scared. But you know our director—he even dared to face the giant god covering the entire sky head-on. If there were some ghost or monster here, wouldn't that just be handing it a free kill?"

"With a slap, we charged up. Pretty soon, the door was blown open. Who could've known there really was a monster hiding inside? It launched a sneak attack without honor, so we had no choice. Naturally, this building became our spoils of war!"

When he said the words "our spoils of war," the warrior puffed out his chest and unconsciously emphasized them.

However, even he had not expected that Feng Mengyue, who had been standing beside him the entire time, had barely heard any of his introduction. She merely nodded stiffly, murmuring a vague response.

It was not hard to see that from the first moment she saw the supplies piled before the building like a small mountain,

Feng Mengyue's attention had already been completely drawn away. How could she still care about the irrelevant question of where these things had come from?

This is seriously real!

Thinking this to himself, the warrior did not slow down. He continued introducing the types and quantities of goods in fluent fashion.

Because there