The next day, there was nothing going on today.
Chen Hui planned to go see Qingxue and the others.
I came alone to a sanatorium belonging to the Red Night Organization in the suburbs.
When he first arrived at the gate, Chen Hui saw Zhiyue standing at the gate.
She wears a black and white striped V-neck long-sleeved shirt, with her collarbone clearly visible, and the exposed skin is as bright as the bright moon, delicate and smooth.
The lower body is in an off-white short skirt, the pair are moist and well-proportioned, and the long, graceful and round legs are very eye-catching.
Especially under the illumination of eyes, it feels like shining.
Her feet are no longer the high heels that she often saw in the past, but a pair of long white socks and sneakers.
She leaned against the door, folded her hands on her chest, and looked full of energy in the sunshine.
But she was looking into the distance, wandering in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.
When Chen Hui approached the other party, Zhi Yue came back to her senses.
Seeing Chen Hui sizing her up, Zhi Yue smiled like a spring breeze and stretched her figure generously.
"It's not interesting just to watch. Do you want me to teach you how to dress in private?"
Zhiyue paused for a moment before adding.
"Wear a suit for yourself then."
Chen Hui said righteously: "No need, I'm just improving my artistic aesthetic."
The two sides joked a little with each other.
Zhiyue said:
"Yesterday's incident was quite big. Did you almost fall into the hands of the Titan Cult?"
Although Zhiyue did not participate in the turmoil in the Titan Cult yesterday, the news had already been passed on.
"It's okay, at least I'm safe."
Chen Hui had an indifferent attitude.
"What are you thinking about? Are you worried?"
Zhiyue frowned slightly: "It's not an annoyance, it's just that there seems to be some action in the Tarot Society recently. I just received the news yesterday."
"What is it?"
Chen Hui asked curiously. After all, according to the nature of the Tarot Club, there are very few collective actions.
Zhiyue shook her head: "I don't know yet. The Fool will notify you when the time comes, and I don't know if he will call you."
"Me? Let's forget it."
Chen Hui pointed at himself and spread his hands as if helpless.
Then Chen Hui asked: "Qingxue, how are you? You haven't woken up yet?"
Zhiyue: "When you woke up yesterday morning, your world came to you."
"I originally wanted to contact you, but I passed out again not long after. It seems to be fine. Maybe it will be fine in a few days."
"She didn't say anything? And her family..."
Qingxue still has her parents alive. If she never goes back and has no news, she will definitely be worried.
Especially after yesterday's turmoil, being out of contact may be associated with the possibility of death.
But Zhiyue showed an expression that showed she was in control.
"Don't worry, her parents have already sent someone to inform her that Qingxue is on a mission in the Sea of Stars and it will take some time before she can return."
"She woke up yesterday and we told her what happened. She asked how you were and then passed out."
"Let me go in and see her."
Chen Hui said and began to walk inside.
When she arrived at Qingxue's room, she opened the door and went in. She slept there peacefully.
Chen Hui sat by the bed and looked at her delicate face, and couldn't help but reached out and touched her gently.
"I hope you get better soon."
"I promised President Chi Yan to take you to dinner."
Chen Hui said softly, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At this time, Leng Zimeng walked in from outside, obviously not expecting Shen Hui to show up.
He said with a bit of surprise in his tone: "Chen Hui is here."
Chen Hui looked back at her, stood up and asked casually: "How is your brother Huang Lingheng?"
"It hasn't continued to get worse, and we can't tell whether it's good or bad yet."
Chen Hui nodded, not caring about Huang Lingheng at all.
After chatting with them for a while and staying here until the afternoon, Chen Hui left.
Shen Hui originally planned to ask the two of them if there was any channel for dealing with illegal goods.
But after thinking about it, I decided not to tell anyone else about this matter.
And I still have a channel through which I should be able to get relevant news in this regard.
Naturally, it is in the black market, where intelligence and information are bought and sold, and purchased with money.
Going back in the afternoon, Chen Hui went to the World Association to find Chi Yan and asked President Fan Hao if there was any news.
Shen Feng's heart was itching for the resources that could be obtained.
But there was no news yet, so Chen Hui went to the Masterless World to have a look.
The higher the level, the rarer the ownerless world.
A world of creation born naturally, without the guidance of a Creator.
It is difficult to grow to a creation world above level five.
Even a low-level world of creation with the ability to develop on its own would have difficulty breaking through without guidance.
There are very few created worlds where the Creator dies and becomes ownerless.
First of all, the number of creators with such a level of creation world is much smaller than the number of low-level creators, and the chance of death is also smaller.
Moreover, a creation world war of this level would also be a devastating blow to the creation world.
There is a high probability that the world will be swallowed directly, or destroyed with nothing left.
Moreover, it was created by the World Association and has a controllable Borderlands challenge.
There are even fewer high-level unowned worlds that can be captured.
So it’s better to go to Boogie Land and try your luck with random challenges.
In the Borderlands, Chen Hui casually challenged two low-level Borderlands.
Directly use the world of death to turn into terror and strangeness and descend to envelope the other party's world.
The strange heroes and special areas in the dead world are directly transformed into existences similar to dungeons.
Drag the life in this world into it and slowly strangle it in despair.
Forming a dimensionality reduction strike, easily squeezing fear and killing lives.
The low-level ownerless world was swallowed up and could not provide anything useful.
At most, the resources in this unowned world can be transformed into the original power of the world and extracted.
But it’s important to make as much as you can.
It was rare for Chen Hui to go to the Unruly Land and crowd with people, so he spent two days in the Borderland challenging the low-level Masterless World to earn some world origin power.
Three days have passed, and Shen Hui was still immersed in the low-level fun of crushing the low-level world.
Chi Yan came to Borderlands and found Chen Hui.
"Today is the day to hold a memorial service for the companions who died in the turmoil, and your boy is still here."
"Ah!? Okay, president, let's go right now?"
Only then did Chen Hui remember that the memorial service was a deliberate funeral.
No matter what, Chen Hui wanted to go there, even if he did it superficially.
"Come on, follow me to change clothes."
Chi Yan had already prepared, along with Chen Hui's clothes.
