Chapter 63: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (63)

"Go back to wherever you came from."

Seeing that Wen Ya was no longer of any use, Mrs. Xie couldn't even be bothered to entertain her.

"You should leave. Don't contact us anymore if there's nothing important."

Wen Ya's eyes welled up with tears, looking as though she had more to say. "Auntie, her child..."

"Enough. Whether it's Yanci's or not, I know it in my heart. Don't try to sow discord."

Mrs. Xie had worried countless times over the years for Xie Yanci's sake.

Yet no matter how she urged him...

Although she had no requirements regarding career arrangements—whether she was busy filming or idling at home doing nothing—she still had to be compared with Liao Ran.

Thinking back to how smug she had been earlier when boasting about post-celestial cultivation and taking on ten opponents by herself, she couldn't help blushing. Fortunately, the night was hazy, concealing her expression.

With his [Speed] attribute upgraded to 91 points, facing Tyson Gay in the twilight of his career and Powell, who consistently choked in major competitions, Wu Ziyi felt not a single shred of timidity.

To put it simply, a little over thirty years ago, Zhao Mengxi's entire family entered a ghostly domain simultaneously. They managed to survive by the skin of their teeth, but were contaminated. Fortunately, their contamination index was stuck below 50%, and instead, they successfully awakened domain abilities.

Wu Ziyi shook his head helplessly. Since Cheng Guanfeng had run over here on his own accord this time, there was simply no way to avoid becoming a member of the Guangxi team. However, since he was studying at Guangxi Normal University, it was impossible for him to travel all the way to Nanning for training; at most, he would just hold a nominal membership with the Guangxi team.

Qiao Renliang pulled open the window, and a stream of white light poured in. The window was tightly bolted, but through the glass, the scenery outside could be seen enveloped in a thick, vast fog, completely obscuring everything from view.

Terrifying might rippled in all directions. If Ning Qiushi and Nangong Rou hadn't reacted in time to put up defenses, the Bailü Forest would surely have been razed to the ground.

One could only see terrifying, monstrous waves surging outwards in all directions like a sea of silver.

Before leaving the house, Yu Bing had told herself absolutely not to run into Chu Mo, but as the saying goes, what you dread most comes to pass—while waiting at a traffic light, she spotted Chu Mo waving at her from across the street far in the distance.

She hadn't eaten a single bite. After finishing his meal, Jiang Shan left, leaving Wen Xiao behind.

Qin Wansha didn't know how to answer Xiao Qichen's question, so she merely tugged at the corner of her lips with a faint smile, shook her head, and remained silent.

By this time, Wei Liancheng had already noticed the dissatisfied gaze cast by Lin Ruobai, and immediately distanced himself from Xiao Lin to prove his innocence.

At eight-thirty, the restaurant doors that Gu Xizhe had been staring at finally opened. A new guest arrived, and she had finally come. As she drew closer, Gu Xizhe's feelings shifted from joy to nervousness.

With no one to dismantle the topic, the conversation came to a halt. A maid entered from outside, and the Princess Consort furrowed her brows slightly before standing up and leaving.

Hao'er glanced at the person and didn't refuse, directly summoning the silver wolf. With a flash of light, the majestic silver wolf appeared before everyone's eyes.

Around the Hour of Chen, the children woke up. After washing up, as they sat in the courtyard preparing to eat breakfast, Seventeen filled them in on what had happened that morning.

Shen Yin lacked the energy to argue. Unable to chase Mu Ya away, she could only comfort herself with his words and stop minding his presence.

A flicker of icy sneer instantly erupted in Wang Ke's eyes. At that moment, Wang Ke wasn't even sure if this current situation was truly what she wanted.

"So what if you know? Jingrui, hum... You're so useless, still clinging to this boring job even at this stage; no wonder you can't compare to Xia Yi. You're so incompetent, you don't deserve to possess that thing." Without a single polite word, Meng Han hung up the phone.

No, she must not repeat the mistakes of her past life. In this lifetime, she would firmly grasp her destiny in her own hands.

When Nangong Yan and Su Wanling appeared before everyone, they all felt that the master of the house seemed quite young—clearly still just a youth—and instantly looked down upon them with contempt.