As we fought our way through the thorns and thickets to the foot of Silvermoon City, no one noticed us. On the one hand, we were shielded by the woods; on the other, the French players beneath the city were far too focused to pay any attention to what was happening behind them.
I checked the time. There were only about three minutes left until the half-hour mark Xu Lin and I had agreed upon. Murong Shanshan leaned against my shoulder and murmured, "Lin Fan, I'm so hungry. I don't want to eat anything heavy; I just want something light... Crucian carp and tofu soup, sizzling bullfrogs, braised pig trotters, steamed hairy crabs..."
"Damn, you call that light?" I turned to look at her.
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