Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! novel Chapter 222

Nanzhi yawned.

Last night, after paying someone a visit, she had entered the Weekly Dungeon.

She was finally Level 23, and her weekly dungeon attempts had increased to two. She had used one of them last night.

The second floor of the pagoda was set in a snowy forest, where she had to face hundreds of wolves, chitterfiends, and hounds. These monsters were far stronger than the ones she had encountered in the Private Compound, and their coordination was impeccable.

The third floor transported her into an ant tunnel, where she had to battle Winged Reapers, Soldier Ants, Lesser Mutant Ants, and finally, the Ant Queen—all over again.

To make things worse, she had to eliminate them without using her telekinesis, relying solely on pure combat skills. After clearing the floor, the second run would only yield half the rewards, the third run half again, until it eventually stopped giving rewards altogether.

The only good news was that the reward stats for the second floor had doubled—from 0.2 to 0.4 per point. Then third floor is 0.8. Nanzhi made sure to squeeze every last drop of benefit from her first run of every floor.

For some reason, she had an odd nagging feeling last night, urging her to enter the Weekly Dungeon.

Afterward, she had spent the rest of the night processing rice, flour, cornmeal, olive oil, and peanut oil inside her Game Lobby until dawn. She wouldn't have time to do it during the mission.

Before, her little foodies used to help with these tasks when they were traveling, but now?

Because their rented place wasn't soundproof, she couldn't bring out the machineries and generators without attracting suspicion.

Luckily, Snowball was there to lighten her burden. It loved exploring the Misty Land and taking care of the Safe Zone on her behalf.

Sigh...

She hoped she could unlock the Guild Function soon.

Ugh. So tired.

Another yawn escaped Nanzhi's lips, her long lashes fluttering as she struggled to stay awake. She leaned against Lin Weihao's shoulder, her eyelids drooping.

Lin Weihao raised a hand and gently cupped her cheek. "What time did you sleep last night?"

Nanzhi muttered drowsily, "Didn't check, but probably around 4 a.m."

Lin Weihao frowned, his voice soft yet scolding. "Are you being stubborn? Staying up so late is bad for your health. Don't push yourself so hard next time."

"Hm." Nanzhi hummed softly. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

From the driver's seat, Feng Ran glanced at the rearview mirror, a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Tsk. You two were gone for so long last night. What exactly did you do to make Sister-in-law this exhausted? Could it be that you—"

A pillow smacked the back of his head before he could finish.

"Hey! I'm driving! Do you want a car accident?!"

Nanzhi lazily cracked one eye open. "Why is your mind always in the gutter? Is your brain fried?"

Feng Ran pouted and rubbed the back of his head. "I didn't even say anything yet!"

According to those famous tabloids, Brother Lin's body was like A5-grade wagyu beef—lean, toned, and impossibly well-proportioned.

He was honestly amazed at how much self-control Nanzhi had.

Nanzhi snorted softly and closed her eyes again.

Lin Weihao shot Feng Ran a warning look. "Enough teasing. Can't you see she's exhausted?"

Feng Ran curled his lips. "I know, I know. I'll seal my lips now, Brother Lin." Then, flashing a grin, he called out, "Have a sweeeeeeeet dream, Sister-in-law!" he deliberately dragged the word on purpose.

Nanzhi was too sleepy to argue. It was Lin Weihao who made Feng Ran quiet.

Nanzhi shifted and rested her head on Lin Weihao's lap. "Wake me up if alien beasts show up."

She mumbled.

Lin Weihao's hand stilled for a second before he adjusted her position, ensuring she was comfortable. His fingers lightly brushed against her hair.

Feng Ran, watching the scene unfold, was amazed.

Wow.

Lin Weihao had always been allergic to women—to the point that he barely had contact with any.

Yet, when it came to Nanzhi, he displayed so many unknown sides of himself.

Well, at least he wasn't as cold as an ice sculpture anymore!

Meanwhile, Lin Weihao studied the map.

On top of a deserted building, two cloaked figures stood silently.