Chapter 102: Breathless

Qin Xiao was stunned.

No, wait—Meiyu, aren’t you going to avenge your parents?

I said that only to make you accept this identity. Later, if another worthless emperor appears, I’ll be the one to kill him.

Right now, I am the true emperor. This is our little secret.

We absolutely cannot let anyone else know. That way, everyone will be happy, won’t they?

Run away...

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“Still, it’s best to stay cautious. People like that often resort to covert tactics,” Yang Kun said, his worry not quite dispelled.

Watching the recently driven-away demons splash into the water, the two girls hesitated slightly as the man beckoned them closer.

Fang Zhilang extended her smooth, delicate hand and gently stroked Mu Changfeng’s forehead. Her fingers moved softly from his cheek to his jaw, finally resting on his neck.

Now that several private military companies covering security services had been established, it was certainly time to take action on this matter.

Through Martin’s telescope, one could see with their own eyes the towering black orc lifting the captain of the Darkmoon goblins with one hand before crushing the goblin’s skull single-handedly.

The six main creators of Friends had long since finalized their plans. Except for the actress playing Monica, the other five retained their original roles. The pilot episode had already been completed. Thanks to Daenerys Entertainment’s reputation in recent years within the television industry, several major networks had expressed interest in Friends.

This infestation—surely the ones most anxious were not the Special Bureau but those within the capital’s inner circles.

“No problem, no problem!” Li Wujie finally lowered his raised hands, exhaling a breath of relief.

After billions upon billions of years burning, stars ultimately evolve into white dwarfs or neutron stars, eventually either dying out completely or collapsing into the cosmic abyss, becoming black holes manifested within the material universe.

He was a northerner, rarely taking boats, especially not on the Yangtze River. The rolling waves made his head dizzy. Though his subordinates urged him several times to rest, he steadfastly refused to leave.

Qian Qianyi could not predict the future, nor did he know that the emperor, Zhu Youxiao, was referring to him.

Using ordinary, unremarkable bamboo chopsticks, he lifted a piece of slightly charred but richly marinated native chicken from an earthenware bowl with an oval opening. Biting into it, the juices flowed abundantly, leaving a fragrant taste that delighted his palate—though it was a bit too hot to eat comfortably.

Everyone on the boat prayed silently. After boarding, Guan Chugui made clear the gravity of the situation.

These meteorite-like silver irons bore pitted marks of qi impressions. Beneath these impressions, the silver-white material was ice-cold to the touch and weighed at least three to four times more than ordinary metal.

At that moment, Waisi lay on the grass, his head severed from his body. A large birdI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.