Chapter 271 Ah Wan, where are you?

When Ying saw Xiong Da, her heart skipped a beat.

It was precisely because of that momentary lapse in concentration that the strange beast was given an opportunity.

Instinctively, he raised his hand to block, the metal wrist guard shattered, and a wound severed the beautiful wings of the cyan beast mark, staining them with blood.

Xiong Da squeezed through the chaos at just the right moment and came to Shi Ying's side, blocking the strange beast for him. He then turned to Shi Ying and shouted, "Major General, the Madam has gone missing."

In an instant, Shi Ying felt as if a huge rock had been slammed down on her chest.

Something still happened.

As Lieutenant General Kuss and Youfei were organizing the retreat, they were worried about why Shiying was suddenly injured when they saw the air around Shiying suddenly change, a hurricane suddenly rise, and wind blades formed by mental power swept away the pursuing alien beasts like steel knives, causing many deaths and injuries.

Suddenly the world became much quieter, and everyone stared in astonishment at the scene before them.

Lieutenant General Kuss looked at Shi Ying with a strange expression, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

If he remembered correctly, this wasn't the special ability of his capable subordinate. Since it wasn't a special ability, there was only one explanation.

His gaze shifted down to his wrist. Although Shi Ying quickly switched the wrist guard on his left wrist, he was not far away and was right to his right, so he could see it clearly.

The wound was small, and its outline could still be vaguely seen through the blood.

The shimmering light weaves into the wings, an exquisite cyan, adorned with indigo, the phoenix tail fluttering.

He said he had never seen Shi Ying wear wristbands before, so why was he suddenly wearing them every day, even during training?

I suppose it was to cover this up.

Shi Ying, the wife of the protagonist...

Kus noticed the equally probing gazes around him, including from the nobles he had rescued on this mission and their guards. He wanted to offer a word of advice, but then Shi Ying spoke to him urgently:

"Lieutenant General, my wife is in trouble. Please allow me to go ahead first. Youfei can handle the rest."

What?

Sang Qing is in trouble!

Kuss panicked and hurriedly nodded in agreement, personally selecting several soldiers skilled in reconnaissance to return with him at any time.

Shi Ying glanced back at the chaotic battlefield, his eyes cold. Most of the beasts were gone, and the rest posed no threat; his men could easily handle them.

Normally he wouldn't reveal that his mental energy has materialized, but he can't care about that now.

He strode out, addressing Xiong Da as he went, "Where is the aircraft parked? Take me there."

...

When Shi Ying rushed back, two days and one night had passed since Sang Qing disappeared.

The person seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Countless people were worried about Sang Qing's safety and never gave up the search.

"Still no news?" Shi Ying hadn't slept all night, her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice sounded tired and faint.

After dealing with the shelter matters, Admiral Curry also came over personally. After analyzing the cause and effect of this incident, he still came up empty-handed. He went to the northern part of the Third District several times but could not provide any useful information.

Enraged, Kunxi led his men into Huo Mingyang's military camp and started a fight. He was eventually forcibly driven out by the troops and almost imprisoned.

General Curry sighed and finally shook his head.

"The Marshal and the Princess have gone to help us check the entry and exit records and surveillance footage. I wonder if they will find anything."

Night had fallen, and the gray sky was dotted with a few scattered stars.

Suddenly, Shi Ying's heart skipped a beat, and a sharp pain struck, as if it were being squeezed tightly. She staggered and knelt on the ground.

Xiong Da was startled. "Major General! What's wrong with you?"

Curry, leading his men, quickly stepped forward and saw that Shi Ying's face was pale, so he became concerned.

"What's wrong? Have you been traveling too long without rest? Are you feeling unwell? If you're feeling unwell, go and rest for a while."

Curry thought to himself, "This shouldn't be the case. Shi Ying's physique shouldn't be this bad. Could it be that he's so angry that he's having a heart attack?"

"It's Awan who's injured!"

Shi Ying clutched her chest, her heart filled with panic.

The last time my heart felt this throbbing was when I saved Manju in the first restricted area. Something must have happened to Awan!

Curry was taken aback, but seeing that Shi Ying's face was gloomy but his expression was very determined, he said, "I'll have someone send more people over there to help watch the surveillance."

If what Shi Ying said is true, then it's both a good thing and a bad thing.

This proves that Sang Qing is still alive, but what follows is likely to be a grim prospect.

General Curry was also extremely anxious.

But those space pirates were very cunning; they couldn't be found at all, as if someone had deliberately erased their traces.

Shi Ying tirelessly searched every clue along the edge of the dense forest where the beast tide had occurred, trying to find even the slightest trace.

The night wind carried a chill that pierced straight to the heart, and the pain in the heart grew more and more intense, a drop of blood spilling from the mouth.

Shi Ying's hands dug into the soil, her fear growing infinitely larger, her eyes turning terrifyingly red.

Ah Wan, where are you?

How can I find you?

No! There must be a way.

How did Awan manage to find him?

He must have overlooked something.

After Curry confirmed that Shi Ying was alright, he went to gather his men. Xiong Da stood there, not daring to approach easily or make a sound to disturb his major general, even though he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from him.

Shi Ying forced herself to calm down.

The pain from pressing my fingers against the still-unhealed wound on my wrist was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

Drops of blood fell, disappearing into the darkness.

He thought of the time Awan followed him to the black market, of how Awan always managed to reunite with him during missions when they split up, and of Awan pressing her hand on his chest and telling him she wouldn't lose sight of him.

After a long while, he closed his eyes, his mental energy sinking into the depths of his spiritual sea.

When he opened his eyes again, a fleeting glint of light appeared in them.

He couldn't wait until dawn, so he hurriedly left a message for Xiong Da to find General Curry and Jun Chenli, then transformed into his beast form and ran off in one direction.

Use the fastest speed you can ever go.

Ah Wan, wait for me!

Nothing can happen to you, absolutely nothing.

...

Royal Palace

At night, the palace is as magnificent as ever, with beaded curtains and jade ornaments, and every detail shows unparalleled royal style and grandeur.

The empress sat regally on her throne, her long, golden hair cascading down from either side of the chair to the ground, the dark red ends standing out vividly against the translucent white jade floor.

The vermilion brush paused on the document, she looked up at the person kneeling below, and asked, "Did you really see it clearly?"

"I'm certain." The man clasped his hands in a fist and nodded, his tone certain.

The Empress's gaze shifted to the screen beside her, where a peerless phoenix circled and hovered.

The phoenix is ​​a symbol of nobility and talent.

Her bright and dignified eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she were deep in thought.

The subordinates lowered their heads, not daring to look too closely, and could only quietly wait for the Empress's instructions.

After a while, a voice was heard: "How's the situation in An County, District Three? Any news?"

"There's no news about Therapist Sang yet..." The subordinate respectfully reported that Jun Chenli and Jun Xinyue had rushed over to help.

The vermilion brush continued to fall on the paper, and the Empress's voice revealed neither joy nor anger, "Go down."

(End of this chapter)