Chapter 52: Leave, At Least You Will Survive

"This is..."
Chen Yong's eyes widened, and he was about to speak.
Yi Zhe reacted swiftly and slapped his hand over Chen Yong's mouth.
A trace of warning flickered in his eyes, signaling Chen Yong to shut up.
If one or two zero-radiation-contaminated potatoes could be considered a coincidence, then the consecutive zero-radiation-contaminated potatoes that followed, along with these three bottles of zero-radiation-contaminated purified water, were by no means a coincidence.
The Shi family either possessed an exceptionally precious special ability—

Looking at the high-spirited Wang Xuanlong, Chen Zixi felt a trace of solace bloom in her heart. Perhaps this crisis could truly be banished forever. If that were the case, then her senior brother and master could finally rest in peace.

Regardless of whether Yun Fuxiao's mood improved or not, the day of Nangong Qing's military departure inevitably arrived.

After returning to the dormitory, Shi Yi collapsed onto the bed in utter exhaustion and fell into a hazy sleep. When she woke up, it was already past two in the morning, yet the lights in the dormitory were still brightly lit.

"No, no, you've misunderstood, I..." Before Carlos could finish explaining, an invisible giant hand gripped his neck, dragging him bodily off the simulated-gravity floor.

"He didn't mention what it was about, but he looked terribly anxious! We're at my place now!" said Luo Yuhang.

The Empress was indeed the Empress. With just a few simple remarks, she neatly categorized Noble Consort Lin's management of palace affairs during this period as mere assistance. She even attributed the smooth success of Noble Consort Lin's efforts to the considerate cooperation of the various junior consorts in the palace, who had refrained from causing any trouble.

Cui Feng glanced at Li Mu's corpse. The facial features on that face were twisted together in agony, and the lingering traces of madness and resentment had not yet dissipated.

"Are you insane? You actually took the initiative to go look for that white-haired demon?" Dragon Soul was utterly shocked. Although there was no tangible sound, Wang Xuanlong could still sense its astonishment.

Hearing this, Peng Hao turned around. Seeing that Jin Roujia had already vaulted onto her horse, he gnashed his teeth in secret, stepped forward, and hauled her down to sling her over his shoulder. Striding over to the carriage in a few strides, he unceremoniously tossed her inside.

Over the past three months, a sweeping upheaval akin to a "revolution" had taken place among the Alien race. Of course, Cui Feng, who was far away on Huanjun Peak, knew nothing of all this.

And what he did not know was that while he was diligently cultivating, three uninvited guests were hurrying in his direction.

The martial prowess of the Chen family's second son was mediocre to begin with, and now, having vomited blood from the impact, he was already in a critical state on the verge of death.

Shi Jie and the youth did not appear surprised; after all, Duan was a first-rate expert, and such strength was entirely normal.

Bai Lin expressed his gratitude and lowered his head to check on his master. Seeing that the sight of the two figures embracing had not agitated him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingfeng struck Zihan's sleep acupoint and carried her into the carriage. Hongruo, meanwhile, hurriedly bandaged Zihan's wounds.

Ever since this troop of soldiers arrived, merman guards clad in white armor had already run into the palace to report.

"Sorry, sorry," Tiansheng apologized hastily. After a great deal of effort, he finally managed to unearth this talking yet utterly ordinary-looking grass.

For Susan, everything belonging to her young master was the absolute best, so she couldn't help showing off in front of Dewenna.

Consequently, when Shen Tianqing snapped out of his rapturous daze, only the early spring breeze remained around him, blowing past with a faint, lingering warmth—how utterly desolate.

"That's right, cultivating our own faction is one of the things that must be done, and it's being handed over to you now. I have other matters to attend to. Don't tell me you can't handle this!" Meng Que laughed, trying to provoke him.

"There are wondrous peaks upon the river, locked away in swirling mist. Usually unseen, their majestic grandeur occasionally reveals itself." The Purple Emperor started boasting about himself again with smug satisfaction.

"Look, Big Brother prepared a gift for you—the flying daggers you've always wanted." Accompanying Chi Hua's words was the crisp, simultaneous chiming of colliding metal.