Volume 1, Chapter 47: The Little Girl Backstage, Can You Be My Mommy?

"Shu He!" Wen Yu shrieked with wide eyes, her heart leaping straight into her throat!

Everyone present, including the online viewers watching the livestream, stared intently at the screen.

Could this new model be about to trip?

If she actually fell on the runway, she would truly become a global sensation!

Some even thought to themselves: as expected, a rookie model cannot handle the heavy responsibility of the finale!

"Seal the divine power, seal the heavens!" The next instant, a youth made his move, condensing his energy into a spiderweb-like force that enveloped the space.

In an instant, ten bloody ghost heads materialized between heaven and earth, howling as they lunged toward Chen Yun.

The seven Martial Kings surrounded Chen Xiayao tightly, each unleashing their weapons to hack and slash at her. Chen Xiayao let out a cold snort, murderous intent flashing in her icy eyes as she engaged the seven Martial Kings in a fierce battle.

She hurriedly pulled out Huli, who had been cowering aside in fear, and introduced this impending newcomer of Gensokyo to everyone.

"Is this green lotus also a Supreme Emperor Weapon? Why does it always feel somewhat different from other Supreme Emperor armaments?" The old master of the Qishi Shrine stared at the Purifying World Green Lotus hovering above Jiang Hao's head, his brows deeply knitted together. Capable of withstanding the killing forces of an ancient Great Emperor's array, it was undoubtedly a Supreme Emperor Weapon, yet this particular armament gave him an odd feeling.

I remained silent, lowered my head, grabbed a pig's trotters and gnawed on it desperately, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Son, don't listen to his nonsense. In your condition, how could you possibly get out of bed and walk?" Xiao Yafeng grew nervous at once, stepping directly past Yang Ren to rush to the bedside, reaching out to support Ren Zhaodong.

National leaders during the Republic of China era did the same; most of them had served as superintendents of the Whampoa Military Academy, including the very famous Baldy Chiang. The First Prince's action was based on the exact same reasoning.

At this moment, although she was not yet a Grandmaster-level expert, she had made monumental contributions during the rescue of the sect, and thus was designated as an elder in advance.

Zhang Qianhe was momentarily stunned, only then realizing that the person sitting before him was the youngest flag officer in the Hua Nation, and standing behind Chen Jiang河 was an army of millions. Furthermore, with Chen Jianghe being so young, it was highly probable that he would eventually ascend to the top position in the military command. The Qi family might not truly be willing to offend Chen Jianghe just for the sake of Qi Longhu.

Upon hearing this term, Wei Lai could not help but be stunned, completely failing to grasp the meaning of the word spoken by Cao Tunyun.

In other words, the seabed of the Heartless Sea might possibly connect to the Sea of Death. For ordinary people, the Sea of Death represented demise, but for the Black Tribe, it served as a continuous replenishment of power.

However, if this fellow only cared about looks, Zhang Yi naturally wouldn't agree either, considering his advanced age.

As soon as Bulang Yi was untied, he immediately scrambled behind their leader. This was just too damn terrifying.

That person extended a hand toward the crown of his head. The two cyan-white sword qi suspended above Han Mi's head trembled at that moment, emitting a clear chime, before abruptly darting back into the sword scabbard resting behind the newcomer's back.

As he spoke, returning once again to the underground passage of the Youjia Inn and gazing upon the corpses of those maidens on the ground, the fury in Fan Longtao's eyes reached its absolute zenith.

Seeing that Cao Tunyun's posture did not look like a fake, Wei Lai could not help but harbor a storm of doubts in his heart, secretly pondering how the Tiangang Mountain was, after all, one of the top ten divine sects in the Northern Frontier—how could they have grown so desperate as to accept anything?

After Cheng Yue finished speaking, she actually took out her phone. Before Xu Yuan could even stop her, her call had already gone through.

Furthermore, Nan Yijun and Prime Minister Wan were natural adversaries; how could he possibly wish to see his enemy grow stronger?

"Damn it, no matter what, the events of back then cannot just be let go like this!" The Black Bear roared at Li Fantian.

Listening to Qi singing over there, and thinking of Yu's situation, a wave of intense irritation swelled in my heart. Without another word, I grabbed the wine bottle and chugged it all in one breath.