Chapter 50 I Followed Along to Protect Her

The three people on the roof found the voice very familiar, though for a moment they could not recall where they had heard it.

Lou Zhiyao sat opposite her, her hands tightening instinctively, her expression indifferent: "Since he cares nothing whether I live or die, why should I care about him?"

Father?

Lou Zhiyao felt nothing for him. From childhood to this day, that so-called father had never once looked at her properly. To call him a father sounded decent, but in truth, he was merely a stranger sharing some blood ties. Now that foreign invaders were pressing at the borders, he finally remembered her.

Landing in the Divine Wind Continent, he saw Chu Xinran and Qing Xuan had not left, and immediately wore a look of astonishment. They actually hadn't departed.

"Very well, then use whatever skills you have left. Once I settle things with you, I still have important business to attend to!" Zhou Hao was somewhat surprised, not expecting Yaohui to refuse to concede defeat just yet. He immediately gathered every ounce of his focus to face him.

Eating one pack was one thing, but Liu Mang's spatial ring seemed to hide an endless supply of spicy gluten strips, one pack after another, and damned if there weren't several different flavors.

Just as Bula was about to smash down toward Ma Mengyao, a loud explosion suddenly echoed from afar with a resounding "Boom!" Bula looked up through the pagoda window, seeing the body of the Heavenly Authority Pagoda glowing brightly as a dark red beam shot out from the summit, piercing through the clouds.

Dongfang Wudi was momentarily stunned before laughing heartily, "A bosom friend is hard to find even with a thousand cups of wine; we cannot leave before draining a thousand cups!" With that, he quickly stood up to pour the wine.

He had watched the battle outside the Time Boundary very clearly, and to his surprise, someone was actually willing to help him.

Yet, in this world, the most frightening word was "suddenly"! Many undertakings on the verge of success were ruined by this single word, just as many outcomes staring certain failure in the face were transformed into success because of it.

The golden bell vibrated, constantly under fierce bombardment, as a massive purple lightning figure like a mountain peak spanned across the void, every punch carrying destructive power.

"Senior flatters me. Princess Tianyue is of noble birth, possesses great fortune, and is blessed by the heavens; even without me, she would remain safe and sound," Xie Kong said.

Seeing the old man acting this way, Yu Tianxiang was extremely curious, completely forgetting whether Yang Guoguo was still coming to meet him for their date.

Seeing himself about to be engulfed by it, An Mu hurriedly channeled his magic to solidify the tiny space right beneath his feet.

"Then Senior, what method did you use? Was this method related to the Campaign of Jingnan?" Suishan asked.

"Madam Ye, why don't you introduce us so everyone can get acquainted?" Having listened to Mo Ran, Liu Yaohui felt she was not quite so terrifying after all.

Yet it was only just enough to block this attack; there was simply no time to spare. If another attack followed, Wang Yuan would inevitably be in grave danger of being injured.

Meanwhile, just outside the county town of Baihu, on the eastern side of Pushan Street, two figures—one tall, the other short, Hua Lali and Pukaka—walked slowly toward the west along the bluestone pavement cast in the dim, yellowish glow of two rows of floral lanterns.

"The time has arrived; open the altar and perform the rites." At this moment, Meiniang's tone shifted entirely from its previous coquettishness, becoming concise and solemn, putting on a thoroughly convincing act.

However, it was only through that mission that Suishan's true identity was officially confirmed. Even so, this had already demonstrated just how crucial high-tier experts were.

"I am the consort of the Shadow King in the Netherworld Palace of the Underworld; my name is Mo Ran," Mo Ran said with a calm expression.

The children attending this school were either wealthy or noble, for only they could afford the exorbitant tuition fees of a true aristocratic academy.

The one who uttered this angry challenge was a tall, robust man whose entire body radiated a violent martial soul force. Hanging from his waist was a purple-golden token, upon which the character "Wang" (King) was exquisitely carved. Like Pojun, this man was unmistakably a Royal Student.

"Ahem, I am twenty-six this year, and Yanxue is only twenty-four. No need to rush, no need to rush," Liu Lang habitually evaded the question by citing the marriage age typical of young adults in future big cities.

Before the navy possessed any combat capability, there was no need to worry, because Zhao Xin possessed a trump card.