Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

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The system's cheerful broadcast voice kept ringing in Luo Qian's mind, each voice louder than the last, just like a little money-grubber who received a red envelope during the Chinese New Year.

Luo Xi was stunned for a moment, then the corners of her mouth rose slightly. This was a pleasant surprise.

Who would complain about having too many points?

"Host, host, there is so much power of faith! Let's get rich!" 001's cheerful voice rang in Rosie's mind, and he spun around excitedly.

Luo Qian couldn't help but laugh. This guy is really a money-grubber. However, a surge in the power of faith is always a good thing.

The starship sailed steadily in the deep universe, and the huge engine emitted a low roar, regular and monotonous.

Rosie stood alone by the porthole, gazing out in ecstasy. The glittering Milky Way flowed like a shimmering ribbon through the bottomless darkness. The stars, like diamonds scattered on black velvet, shimmered with light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

This magnificent scenery usually made Luo Xi feel relaxed and happy, but at this moment, she had no mood to appreciate it. The scene of Rhine self-destructing the Sea God Pearl kept replaying in her mind, and her heart was filled with sadness and guilt.

Kyle walked over to Rosie and, without saying a word, silently held her in his arms. His broad chest was solid and warm, like a mountain to lean on.

Rosie leaned gently into Kyle's arms, feeling his familiar scent, and her tense nerves relaxed a little. She buried her head in Kyle's chest and said in a muffled voice, "Kyle, am I really useless? I always bring trouble to the people around me..."

Kyle didn't answer immediately, but tightened his arms and hugged Rosie even tighter. He lowered his head and gently rubbed Rosie's soft hair with his chin, his movements gentle and soothing.

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Kyle's voice was low and gentle, like a mellow red wine that could soothe people's anxiety. "This isn't your fault."

Luo Xi sniffed, her voice thick with nasal sounds: "But, if it weren't for me, Lain wouldn't..."

"There are no ifs." Kyle interrupted Rosie and said firmly, "Ryan's choice is his own decision. It has nothing to do with you."

Rosie was silent. She knew Kyle was right, but the hurdle in her heart was not so easy to get over.

"Kyle," Rosie raised her head, looked into Kyle's deep amber eyes, and said softly, "Actually, I want to go alone to find the Seven Sacred Relics this time."

Kyle frowned slightly. The idea of ​​excluding himself made him feel like the useless one.

"Why?" Kyle asked in a low voice.

"I don't want to drag you down because of my affairs." Rosie lowered her eyes, avoiding Kyle's gaze. "You have already paid enough for me."

Kyle was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice with undeniable strength: "We have long been inseparable. If you want to go by yourself, how can we cope with it?"

Rosie bit her lip and said nothing.

Kyle looked at Rosie, his deep amber eyes like two bottomless wells that could suck people in. He spoke slowly, his deep voice carrying unquestionable determination: "Sissi, you are my chosen partner. Your business is my business."

Rosie raised her head and met Kyle's gaze. His eyes, devoid of their usual coldness, held a reassuring firmness. Her nose felt slightly sore, and she felt the urge to cry.

"Kyle..." Rosie's voice was a little choked. "Nothing is supposed to happen. No one should sacrifice for others. Not even Lain, and not either of you."

"Husband and wife are birds of a feather, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately." Rosie repeated these words softly, her voice soft, as if she were talking to herself, or to Kyle. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of self-deprecation, but her eyes were a little dim.

Kyle's brow furrowed, clearly unimpressed by Rosie's words. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears that had fallen from Rosie's eyes. His gentle movements were a stark contrast to his usual cold and hard image.

"Blue Star's common sayings don't apply to us." Kyle's voice was low, with unquestionable determination, "We are partners, destined to be together for life."

Rosie looked up at Kyle's deep amber eyes. There was no usual indifference in them, only a reassurance of determination. Her nose felt slightly sore, and she felt like crying.

How could she have met such a group of people who were willing to give everything for her?

"Kyle..." Rosie's voice was a little choked. She sniffed lightly and tried to calm herself down. "I know, but..."

"No buts." Kyle interrupted Rosie, his tone still firm. He lowered his head slightly, and gently rested his forehead on Rosie's forehead. The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Sissi, believe me." Kyle's voice was soft, but it carried an irresistible power. "I will always be by your side."

Rosie closed her eyes, feeling Kyle's presence, and the uneasiness and fear in her heart gradually dissipated. She nodded gently and leaned her head on Kyle's broad shoulders.

"Ah."

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"Sir Kyle, the starship has arrived at Taoyuan Star. The estimated landing coordinates are: 116.46 degrees east longitude, 39.92 degrees north latitude, Taoyuan Manor berthing port. Please give instructions." The voice of the starship's intelligent machinery sounded on the bridge, precise and emotionless.

Kyle, dressed in a neat black military uniform, stood tall and majestic. He nodded slightly, and his deep voice carried unquestionable authority: "Permitted to land."

Upon receiving the command, the starship slowly adjusted its attitude and descended towards the lush manor on the ground. As the starship gradually approached, a huge shadow enveloped the ground, and the roar of the engine spread from far away, deafening.

Inside the manor, the cubs and spirit beasts that were originally playing were attracted by the sudden movement. They stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky curiously.

"It's mom!" Fan Zuo was the first to react. He threw away the unlucky spirit beast that was squeezed out of shape in his hand, and rushed towards the direction of the starship landing with his short legs. His silver hair fluttered in the wind like a small cannonball.

Fan Xiao was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Fan Zuo Mingyun by the scruff of the neck. No matter how he moved his limbs, he could not move forward at all.

"Let me go, Daddy, it's Mommy who's back!" Fan Zuo struggled, his little face flushed red, and his voice was filled with tears.

Fan You stood aside with his arms folded, grumbling coldly, "Mom's back, so you want to crawl under the starship to greet her with your body? Do you want to be crushed into a meat pie, or do you want Mom to attend your funeral as soon as she gets back?"

Fanzuo: "..."