The Sword of Time
Zhou Yuanzhu slapped the woman away and said coldly, "If you want to die, find somewhere and do it yourself. Don't make me take the blame!"
The woman kept clinging to her, so Zhou Yuanzhu grabbed her arm and forced her face-down onto the ground. Pointing at the corpse ahead, she said, "If you really want to die, go take a bite out of that! Go on!"
The woman looked at the blackened corpse and instinctively turned her head away. Perhaps she realized she wasn't quite so determined to die after all. Once released, she sprawled on the ground and began to cry.
"Give them some food," Ruan Qiyan said.
Zhou Yuanzhu was a little annoyed, but when Uncle Guan nodded, she swallowed her frustration and handed out food to everyone one by one. Ruan Qiyan had brought a bucket of milk with him. He heated it and gave each of them a small cup, then poured two large cups for Xu Huo. "Mr. Xu, you have a baby with you. You'll need milk, right?"
Xu Huo climbed down from the shelter and thanked him, then opened the door and handed the milk to Tan Qi.
"114's been gone for so long and still hasn't come back." Ruan Qiyan sighed as he gazed in the direction the robot had gone.
Xu Huo pointed to the time. "Even if it can't find the place, it'll come back after daybreak."
Ruan Qiyan nodded and began chatting with him again.
He seemed like the kind of man who couldn't be coaxed into saying a word, but once they'd gotten to know each other, he turned out to be quite talkative. During their conversation, he took care to explain the difference between the Holy Sword Society and the former Holy