Chapter 351: Chapter 351

This was indeed the case. The Young Miss would probably also introduce herself proactively, and she would definitely say she was Xiaoyao's "brother," though this would make people feel very strange.

Sometimes Nangong Suxin really envied the Young Miss, because the Young Miss's thoughts were sometimes very simple, even when they were strange thoughts...

"To introduce what you all are to me—boss is boss, the Young Miss will introduce herself, and you two sisters are just people I know, friends of the Young Miss," Xiaoyao answered.

"What? People you know, and friends of Mo Yu at that? If you dare introduce us like that, I'll cut you down, believe it or not," Nangong Suxin jumped over, and due to the carriage's small space, she directly pressed down on Xiaoyao.

"Then how do you want me to introduce you? Also as my brother like the Young Miss?" Xiaoyao asked somewhat weakly.

"Say we're your intimate female friends, closer than brothers!" Nangong Suxin said, looking at the Young Miss somewhat provocatively.

"Get lost!" The Young Miss kicked out, kicking Nangong Suxin off Xiaoyao. "Want to compete with me? Look at your own status. Saying you're my friend already gives you face. But Xiaoyao, you need to correct something about Susu—you should say she's my lover, understand?"

"..." Xiaoyao fell silent.

"How dare you kick me? I'll finish you!" At this moment, Nangong Suxin threw a punch, and just like that, the two began fighting in the narrow space. However, both seemed to be suppressing their strength, neither affecting the others nor damaging the carriage.

This was also something requiring considerable skill, and something they often did. Sometimes they would fight while suppressing their strength—like using only one hand without internal force, like not being allowed to leave their seats with upper bodies immobile, like using only one finger...

And so on. These were things they often did, because they would start fighting regardless of occasion or location!

Although they were already very restrained, Xiaoyao felt it was still dangerous being beside them, so he immediately moved to the other side, sitting with Guxing and Third Miss Nangong, watching the Young Miss and the other fight back and forth, which was quite interesting.

"Xiaoyao, are you really planning to introduce me like that?" Third Miss Nangong asked quietly beside him.

"Mm!" Xiaoyao nodded indifferently. He didn't think there was any problem with this. Originally, he wasn't that familiar with them—it was only because of the Young Miss that he had become indirectly familiar.

"I'll remember this," Third Miss Nangong said, seemingly humming once, though very quietly—Xiaoyao wasn't even sure if there had been that sound.

"I'm going outside. It's quieter outside than inside. I want to sleep!" With a nimble flip, Xiaoyao went directly out through the carriage window. This update ıs available on novel⟡fire.net

The Young Miss and Nangong Suxin continued, not paying much attention to Xiaoyao's departure.

"Old man, are you tired? Want me to take over? Just tell me the way," Xiaoyao asked the old man.

"No need. You should rest well. We can arrive before dawn, and then you'll need energy to deal with difficulties," the old man shook his head, having Xiaoyao rest while he continued.

Originally, that place wasn't very far from Qingyun City—otherwise he wouldn't be in Qingyun City either. He thought that since Xiaoyao would need to open that door, he naturally needed sufficient rest.

Therefore, in the end, he should work hard himself—driving through the night!

Xiaoyao didn't notice the old man's sacrifice. He just heartlessly nodded, responded with an "oh," then closed his eyes to rest while cultivating his internal energy.

This behavior of Xiaoyao's undoubtedly depressed the old man greatly. Even if you don't say thanks, you should at least say "you've worked hard." At the very least, you could say a few casual words. What does responding with just "oh" mean?

Forget it, I'll endure. As long as I fulfill my wish, I could worship you like a god!!

Just like that, Xiaoyao entered a resting state, while Guxing and Third Miss Nangong in the carriage also quickly entered rest. Although the Young Miss and Nangong Suxin continued fighting, it didn't affect them—one was already used to it, the other could ignore it.

The night was peaceful, but the sound of horse hooves broke this peace, continuing until near dawn when the horses were also tired, ending this journey.

"We're here?" Xiaoyao immediately woke when the carriage stopped.

"There's still some distance. From here, we have to walk ourselves—the carriage can't go up!" the old man said.

Xiaoyao nodded to show understanding, then jumped off the carriage, walked to the carriage door, and knocked several times, "Get up, prepare yourselves. We need to walk for a while."

"What are you shouting for? I haven't slept enough!!" The Young Miss's complaining voice came out first.

"Who told you to fight with Nangong Suxin for so long? You can continue sleeping inside—I won't wait for you," Xiaoyao said irritably, threatening the Young Miss a bit.

"I know, I know, I'll be ready right away. Really!!" The Young Miss continued complaining. "Nangong Suxin, you're such a troublemaker!!"

"Too lazy to deal with you. Little servant, prepare washing things for this young lady," Nangong Suxin's voice came out.

"Go wash yourself at the stream outside. We're outdoors now—I didn't bring those basins!" Xiaoyao directly refused. If it were Guxing, he might think of a way, but others could forget it. Naturally, Guxing wouldn't make such troublesome requests of Xiaoyao—she had already gone to wash her face by the stream.

Xiaoyao also followed Guxing over, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, then went to find some firewood to make breakfast...

"Kid, why are you making breakfast? Just eat dry rations—didn't you prepare a lot!" the old man said. He felt making breakfast was a waste of time.

"Breakfast is very important. A good breakfast is the beginning of a good day. You wouldn't want today to not have good results! If you don't want that, then don't object to this," Xiaoyao said while continuing to prepare breakfast.

Fine, I'll continue enduring. It's just the time for one breakfast!!

Soon, the old man felt this was actually a good idea, because this breakfast was quite good and made him feel much more energetic—a good beginning.

"Kid, your skills are quite good. I didn't expect you to not only know music but also be proficient in cooking," the old man couldn't help but sigh after eating the breakfast Xiaoyao made.

This breakfast was the best he had ever eaten. Even though he hadn't eaten many good things before, he could clearly feel that this culinary skill was extraordinary.

"He knows many things. This is just trivial!" the Young Miss interjected, acting like he was making too big a deal of it.

"Stop 'hehe-ing' me! Can't you change it up?" The Young Miss had some objections to someone's "hehe."

"Boss, eat more. You look a bit malnourished," Xiaoyao ignored the Young Miss and served Guxing another bowl of soup.

"I'm not malnourished. They're overnourished..." Guxing looked down at herself, then at the Young Miss and Nangong Suxin, then said.

"What? They're not over-nourished. The Young Miss is a bit overindulgent, but everyone else is in good health," Xiaoyao said somewhat puzzledly. He was just speaking from a nutritional perspective. From complexion, Guxing was indeed a bit malnourished, possibly due to recent travel and not having Xiaoyao nearby for care.

His latter statement would normally cause others to explode—who talks about people like that? However, since the target was the Young Miss—

"What did you say? I'm overindulgent? I'd like to be, but unfortunately Susu won't agree!!" the Young Miss said irritably, showing a distressed expression.

Sweat, what kind of people are these? Would normal people say a girl is overindulgent? And would normal people respond like that?

The old man felt embarrassed on the side. He increasingly discovered these people were all somewhat abnormal. He was now somewhat doubtful—was putting his bet on them right or wrong?

"You eat slowly. I'll go pack up and distribute things," Xiaoyao didn't notice the old man's doubts. He still had things to do—distribute his prepared items and put them in backpacks.

This distribution naturally wasn't having each person carry one type of thing, but dividing each type of thing into several portions, maximizing the chance that even if they separated later, each person would have their own survival supplies. Otherwise, if one person carried one type and they got separated, they would lack things.

This wasn't because Xiaoyao thought they would get separated—this was just in case such a situation occurred!!

After Xiaoyao finished distributing, they finished eating and packed up. So Xiaoyao distributed backpacks to everyone except Third Miss Nangong, then had the old man lead the way.

After receiving Xiaoyao's instruction to lead the way, the old man immediately strode forward. He didn't want to waste any more time. If not for accommodating Xiaoyao and others, he would probably be using light-body techniques to run frantically now.

"Xiaoyao, won't you give me one?" Third Miss Nangong asked while following Xiaoyao.

"What would I give you one for? This is heavy work. You're a talented woman type of girl—you can't handle it," Xiaoyao replied casually. His thinking was just this—Third Miss Nangong was very delicate.

"Although I am a talented woman... type of girl, I was also born into a martial arts family. I know some martial arts too," Third Miss Nangong said somewhat defiantly.

"I know this. You have a decent internal energy foundation, but I still think you're a talented woman—too delicate. Don't get involved in this," Xiaoyao shook his head. With his keen perception, how could he not know Third Miss Nangong knew some martial arts? Moreover, he had once investigated Third Miss Nangong for the Young Miss's sake, so he couldn't possibly not know this.

Third Miss Nangong always gave people an illusion, making them think she was a "scholarly woman" without the strength to tie up a chicken. But actually, three to five ordinary people couldn't threaten her—she still had some small martial ability.