Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped at the door. After a moment of silence, the door was suddenly kicked open with great force.

Bian Chao couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at the two figures standing at the door.

The curtains in the room were drawn and the lights were off, but when the door was opened, bright light came in, and Lian Qingyang could see the person on the bed clearly.

The man, dressed in cotton pajamas and barefoot, lay stretched out on the bed, his head tilted to the side, his expressionless face gazing toward the door, a calmness that befell him as he neared death. Ever since his mental attacks had been ineffective against the two men, he had concealed his own mental power.

From this perspective, he is not as gloomy as described in the plot, and Bian Chao's appearance is still very superior.

Jiang Yuchen and Lian Qingyang exchanged a glance, then walked into the room and stopped a few steps away from the bed. He lowered his eyes and asked in a slow tone, "Are you a psychic? Would you consider joining us?"

Bian Chao's gaze followed the man who was getting closer and closer to him. His body became a little stiff due to the stranger's proximity. His eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes. After a few minutes, he spoke hoarsely: "I won't go with anyone else. If you want to kill me, do it now."

"If you were so determined to die, you could have ended your own life long ago. There's no need to live here for so long. Is there someone you want revenge on, or is there something you have unfinished business with?" Lian Qingyang had been observing Bian Chao's mood changes. Even though he had just begged to die, there was still a hint of reluctance in his emotions. "Join us. You are strong enough. We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. You can do it yourself."

Lian Qingyang took a few steps forward and pulled Jiang Yuchen out of the room. Before Bian Chao could speak, he spoke first: "Please think about it first. Can we go downstairs and use your kitchen to cook some food?"

Bian Chao looked up at him and nodded.

*

Lian Qingyang closed the door and let go of Jiang Yuchen's hand. He went down to the first floor with Jiang Yuchen. As soon as they appeared, Meng Qingjie came over. He glanced at the sofa where the five of them were sitting before whispering, "How is it? Captain, Qingge, I heard from Kang Ci that there's a psychic upstairs. What did you tell him?"

The four people surrounding Kang Ci also looked over. The experience in strategy that Kang Ci had accumulated was enough for him to win over ordinary people. Although they walked together, Kang Ci was usually the leader of the four. Now that Kang Ci was feeling unwell and fell asleep, none of them wanted to get close to him, but their ears unconsciously pricked up to hear what they were saying.

Lian Qingyang shook his head and asked Meng Qingjie to cook some porridge first. Bian Chao still needed to eat. Meng Qingjie didn't ask any further questions, just nodded and went to the car to get rice.

They passed by a supermarket the day before yesterday, and the things they got from there were divided among people. Jiang Yuchen and the other two put the things in one backpack, and those that couldn't fit in were placed in the trunk. Kang Ci originally planned to put his things together with them, but Jiang Yuchen refused on the grounds that there was not enough space.

Even though he knew that this reason was false, Kang Ci still kept smiling and believed it. Now the favorability between the two was too low, and he was afraid that getting too entangled would backfire.

The four people over there also reacted and discussed in a low voice for a while. Then Xiao Jia ran out to get the food from their car and came back to cook.

Fortunately, there is more than one stove in this villa, and the two sides are unrelated, so each can cook its own food.

The porridge was ready. Lian Qingyang served a bowl and let it cool for a while. He took the porridge and took Meng Qingjie to the third floor. Jiang Yuchen sat at the dining table. He glanced at the inquiring looks of the four people opposite him with a sharp and cold gaze, making them notice and look away, lowering their heads to eat.

Lian Qingyang had told him that as a captain, he had to display the aura and strength that could make others submit. So now, apart from being a little bit stupid in front of Lian Qingyang, Jiang Yuchen always remained silent in front of other people. He even added a brilliant effect to his thunder when killing zombies, so that others would be shocked by his strength while satisfying his own second-year heart.

*

This time, Lian Qingyang knocked a few times before gently pushing the door open and walking in. The bedside lamp was turned on, and the warm light reflected on the cold but delicate face, making Bian Chao look gentle and harmless, and also made Meng Qingjie, who saw him for the first time, stunned for a moment. Bian Chao frowned after noticing it, and when he moved his gaze, he saw that the man had turned his head away.

Lian Qingyang didn't go closer. He put the porridge next to the bedside table and pushed it inward: "This is the porridge cooked by Meng Qingjie, the person behind me. You should drink some to restore your strength first." He noticed that the kitchen had not been used for almost a week. If it weren't for the fact that the body of the psychic would be strengthened and the mental nerves would not have evolved, Bian Chao might have died by now as he hadn't eaten for several days.

Seeing that Lian Qingyang had no intention of helping him, he used his arms to prop himself up, picked up the half-cold porridge on the bedside table and drank it. The temperature of the porridge slowly spread along his esophagus to his stomach. His stomach, which had been twitching from time to time, finally calmed down. The heat was still slowly spreading to his limbs. His arms, which had been supporting him, softened, and he closed his eyes and threw himself into the soft bed.

Lian Qingyang's voice echoed in the quiet room: "You should get some rest. We may stay in the guest room of your villa tonight. We won't touch anything, so please rest assured."

His mental power slowly expanded in the room. He nodded and clearly felt Lian Qingyang's footsteps heading towards the door.

The other person first slowly took the bowl from his hand, and then prepared to leave. However, a cheerful and cheerful voice seemed to ring in his ears: "Then you should have a good rest. I will make you something delicious tonight."

He should have fallen asleep, but in fact he was very alert. That brisk voice kept lingering in his ears and mind, and it couldn't be shaken off. Even his mental power seemed to be out of control, and it entangled with the man before closing the door.

Sure enough, I still yearn for such a bright and worry-free life.

*

Lian Qingyang walked to the stairs and suddenly paused. He turned to look at Meng Qingjie who was following him, his eyes full of meaning. Meng Qingjie also looked back, his face puzzled: "What's wrong, Brother Qing?"

Lian Qingyang smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, let's celebrate in advance that we have gained another great general."

The spiritual thread wrapped around Meng Qingjie could sense the outside world and naturally hear Lian Qingyang's words. The spiritual thread floating around him stopped for a moment and then floated up again as if nothing had happened.

Meng Qingjie laughed when he heard this, and whispered to Lian Qingyang, "That guy is very good-looking, but a little cold. He was quite well-behaved when he was drinking porridge just now. He should be easy to get along with." Then, noticing Lian Qingyang's puzzled expression, he tried to make amends, "But Qingge, you and the captain are better-looking. That's not right. You are all good-looking in different ways. You are all good-looking in your own way. That's what I mean."

Lian Qingyang didn't say anything else, just waved at him and signaled him to go downstairs.

The two of them arrived at the dining table. Meng Qingjie sat down next to Jiang Yuchen, picked up the porridge and started drinking it. Lian Qingyang sat on the other side of Jiang Yuchen.

Jiang Yuchen obviously sensed something as well and glanced at Meng Qingjie, but Meng Qingjie was busy drinking porridge and didn't notice his inquiring gaze. He turned his head and looked at Lian Qingyang, as if asking what was going on. Lian Qingyang blinked, drank the porridge slowly, and didn't say anything.

The mental power of the four people opposite was not as strong as theirs, and their level was also level 1. Naturally, they could not sense the mental threads that the level 2 psychic ability users deliberately restrained, so they just looked up at the two people who had just come down and continued to eat their meal.