Chapter Forty-Five: Let's Go! Sister Will Take You Home

“What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?” Sheng Wanqiu asked softly.

“Do you think I can’t afford to support you? Don’t worry, sister is good at making money; supporting a little brat like you is no problem at all.”

“From now on, you’ll stay with me. No one will dare to bully you again.”

Seeing the slender, fair hand extended before him, a tear slipped from the little beggar’s eye. He swallowed hard to suppress the urge to cry and grasped Sheng Wanqiu’s hand tightly.

“Your power should be above Star Commander Level Four. Do you really find it fun to pick on them?” The Level Five Star Commander spoke after a moment of silence.

Unfortunately, the path in the Qin Kingdom was too steep for Cai Ze at present. With the king’s trust firmly placed in Fan Ju, even if Cai Ze went there, he could only serve as a minister’s retainer, with no better opportunities in sight for the time being.

“There’s been a lot going on lately. Sorry, I really can’t recall,” I said in a low voice. In fact, as soon as the voice sounded, I recognized it as the one who called himself ‘God’—a voice I had heard in several places before.

Seeing He Wanyun change into these two sets of clothes, Ning Fuchen finally had to agree with a certain viewpoint: there is no such thing as ugly clothes in this world; only ugly people wearing them.

“Master Dragon Alchemist, stop talking to yourself. Didn’t Senior Tang Wu teach you something about your supernatural abilities?” Hong Budong quickly reminded.

“Princess, this servant has failed your trust. I deserve death,” Xiao Xiwei knelt immediately upon entering, bowing repeatedly to her.

Whether it was a blade or a person didn’t matter; as long as it could fend off Bai Zhu’s attack, it was a blessing from the heavens. Knowing Yan Yan’s life hung by a thread, he prayed fervently, muttering some words from the southern border.

“Seventh Brother, aren’t you waiting for me?” Chu Muzhi shouted towards the direction Chu Xizhi had gone.

“Here, you must be hungry!” The man pushed a pancake toward Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang’s curved blade clattered to the side. Looking down, he saw a sesame-coated crispy pancake. With rough, large hands, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth. Though the pancake was delicious, swallowing it whole left him feeling a bit parched.

He forced his eyes open again. Around him was an endless blackness—a dark canopy that seemed untearable. With effort, his consciousness slowly revived. He saw trees, tall and towering, and a lush green meadow.

Zhou Wei was no better off. The Evil Ghost’s fists were terrifying. Zhou Wei dared say that even if Shen Qiuye arrived, he couldn’t withstand that punch—the strength was simply too overwhelming. His vision darkened, and he fainted immediately.

Everyone was shocked and hurried to support Lord Jiu. Unexpectedly, as soon as they moved, they all let out cries of pain, clutching their stomachs and wailing loudly.

Wang Chong was still wondering where to get some blood from, as no place seemed suitable. But after hearing Chu Chenxi’s response, he immediately agreed and turned back to the bedroom.

Although this medicine wasn’t from Earth, Tian Zhen’s constitution was extraordinarily strong, granting him great resistance.

The people of Shu Capital have three great loves: their leisurely atmosphere and slow pace make it a city one never wants to leave.

Soon after, Tang Xin quickly locked the door, shut the windows, drew the curtains tight, and, with a heart full of unease, lay down under the covers.

At that moment, a strange fluctuation emanated from Ye Feng, eerie and filled with an ominous, defiant danger.

As the fighter jet and four armed helicopters desperately harvested lives, and Guo Xianglin and Wu Qingshan arrived with their men, Bruce and the others fell into despair. They no longer dared to fight or speak of loyalty, scattering in all directions to save their lives.

“Tch, what kind of people are these? Not even a ‘thank you’?” The security guard muttered as he watched Zhou Wei’s retreating figure. Then he took out the one hundred yuan Zhou Wei had given him earlier, checking its authenticity under the light, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.