Volume One, Chapter 46: Because There Is Someone I Care About

Qiao Yu bowed once more, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally locking onto Elder Di, speaking word by word.

As for him, it was only after becoming Xuantian Yi that he ushered in this era and became the chosen one, but even this does not seem to prove anything, does it?

Especially for professions like ninjas who are accustomed to high intake and high consumption, once they enter a sedentary period of pregnancy and recuperation, it becomes very difficult to maintain their figures.

A chilling voice echoed slowly in mid-air, while the surroundings remained eerie and silent. Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered.

A hoarse voice rang out with absolute clarity across the plaza, making the hairs on the back of Mo Zhiyao's neck stand on end as it entered his ears. An extreme sense of crisis crawled up from the depths of his soul. Such a sense of crisis was exceedingly rare, even throughout Mo Zhiyao's eventful past.

Before his voice had even faded, a terrifying momentum, far surpassing that of everyone else present, suddenly surged from his body into the sky, causing the surrounding space to instantly and violently tremble.

Upon hearing this, the crowd looked around and, sure enough, there were four or five corpses scattered about the surroundings, though they were nothing more than skeletal remains now.

Yet an old general like Yang Keshi, previously renowned in the Great Yan army as an obstinate bull, was actually obeying Su Mu's every command with absolute compliance. This left people feeling utterly bewildered.

Xiao Guang climbed to his feet, his face beaming with joy. The Noble Prince was generous with his wealth and truly a fine master. Furthermore, his distant relative, Steward Xiao, had somehow drowned after getting drunk, leaving Xiao Guang without any backing in the Xiao Mansion. Even if he returned, he would never regain his former glory. Following the Noble Prince to the Southern Kingdom was also a promising path.

Yang Fangfang went to wash the dishes. Although Yang Letian was already eight years old this year, he had not yet started school. As soon as he finished eating, he ran off to play. Only Zhou Zeyao and Tang Bingyu remained sitting there, waiting to be interviewed by the production crew.

Gan Ran used a blend of defense and counter-offense, leaving Gan Pei unable to find any flaws to exploit. Gan Pei could only curl his lips in secret and bid farewell along with the Crown Prince.

By dinnertime, the aunt burst into tears the moment she laid eyes on him, staring at him in stunned disbelief. She did not even realize she was crying until, upon snapping back to her senses, she covered her face in near-collapse and bolted from the table without another word. The uncle only had time to exchange a couple of sentences with him before chasing after her. The entire dining table fell into such a dead silence that the drop of a pin could be heard.

Meishi's words were not entirely intended to scare Qing Binghe. Although that faction was extremely cautious and no powerhouse superior to a Veda Doomlord had made a move since ancient times—seeming to have completely gone into hiding—this still could not completely guarantee that the faction would take no action upon learning of this intelligence. After all, just in case...

That is true; this wicked cultivator naturally had no fixed abode, but Elder Yan had elders within Xuanming Prefecture. Having been out for so long, it was only right that he return.

"The most important quality for someone serving closely is loyalty and competence. Although this Nanny is a bit older, she handles matters with measured propriety, making her an excellent choice," Niohuru said gently.

Using Als's brain to summon the leaders on the spacecraft under the guise of a meeting, he then casually grabbed a plastic bag from the room, packed Als's head into it, and headed to the conference room.

Tang Bingyu's delicate face was filled with the vibrant energy of youth, yet upon hearing Zhou Zeyao's question, she curled her lips in a pout.

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light-yellow trousers, with his hair pressed down flat and a modest dark bowler hat by his side.

"Yare yare, in that case, why don't you watch a little longer?" Meishi smiled, her figure flashing as she rapidly closed in on the Fire-Desire Dragon. Just as she was about to touch the ground, she suddenly fired a shot downward, utilizing the recoil of the Qi bullet to abruptly lift herself back into mid-air.

Chu Gu expended every ounce of his strength to tear off a chunk of flesh, fiercely hurling it away before continuing to bite and slash.

Ayase cursed softly, then glanced around and pulled her towards the lounge. Behind the counter, Shota, who was carving patterns, looked up with a puzzled expression at their retreating backs.

The Great Luo chieftain swept its tail across Xuanyi Ju's waist, chilling the area and condensing ice, which abruptly interrupted his speech.

If they were just ordinary punks, he might have actually fought them off, but these were men from Nine Streets Prefecture, and they were people he could not afford to offend.

However, Qin Muxue doubted how long the two Jiang brothers could remain on good terms with Han Feng. After all, they were big shots, while Han Feng was a nobody. Friendships required matching status and social standing to endure.

I quickly blurted out, "I suddenly remembered my roommate is waiting for me, I have to go." Honestly, upon hearing that, I sneaked away dejectedly. If I kept chatting with him, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to help beating him up. But based on the fact that I couldn't beat him, I left.

Once she came to her senses, she reached out and touched it, only for her mind to instantly conjure up another thought. She hastily nudged Xiao Yan beside her with her elbow, her eyes darting away in evasion.

"I just can't stand that weak and aloof look of hers. It's so hypocritical and sickening. One day, I'll make her witness my methods!" Rong Yu said, kicking the tire of the snowmobile in exasperation, wearing an expression of intense gnashing of teeth.

"Stop arguing, all of you. This is an order from above. Your only task is to lure the enemy out; the rest of the central combat forces will handle it. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, go back and prepare." Evidently, upon hearing Wang Jian's words, the commander also deemed Yin Hao a dispensable figure, caring not in the least whether Yin Hao lived or died.

Having completed these tasks, under the manager's expression as if he were seeing off a plague god, the two walked out of the driving training ground, hailed a taxi, and headed back toward their residence.

In the year 3500, human technology had reached a bottleneck period. On an ordinary day, a meteorite suddenly plummeted from the sky.

As for Song Cheng, she was somewhat more tragic. She reported that her thigh had been struck, resulting in a minor hairline fracture. She would have to stay in bed for at least two weeks to ensure a proper recovery, and as for taking a bath, she had no choice but to rely on crutches and let Wanyu help her out.