Lu Shu held onto his two spears and leaned against a withered tree inside the mountain gap, as he gleefully calculated his fruitful harvest after entering the remains.
After some calculations, two spears, one ax, one sword, and 1234567… 24 fruits!
And he roughly knew the plight the others were in, they must be lacking food and clothes and constantly worried about a skeleton attack. Be it the heavenly network or daoyuan students, there weren't that many experts.
In comparison, Lu Shu was having it easy.
As he was still calculating, he suddenly received lines of distress points from Lu Xiaoyu, about 10+ each time but the frequency was high…
Could the young lady be missing me? Lu Shu could picture in his head Lu Xiaoyu at home grumbling about why he still had not returned, and thinking about this was heartwarming.
Wonder if Lu Xiaoyu had been living well these few days, did she manage to find the potato chips I'd hidden in the wardrobe?
