People with identity and ability mostly got away unscathed.
For example, Ke Ye and Shang Lu were still living their lives in their original positions.
But many people without identity became judgement knights.
Bai Mansheng seldom saw Tang Xian like this.
He couldn't quite pinpoint what was off, but looking at this figure from behind, he thought Tang Xian seemed a bit lonely.
He walked in the night, not uttering a word, merely letting his gaze sweep across the faces of each temporary worker.
Tang Xian did not miss the old days, nor did he miss some of the people from before.
Or perhaps he thought he wouldn't miss them.
But at least these people needed to survive.
"Screw the Mapo tofu and damn the bean paste sauce, I just want tits and butts! And mines! Preferably the damn purple ones."
Tang Xian seemed to hear a familiar voice, but when he turned around, he didn't see the person speaking.
Tang Xian remembered this line.
