So even though the Nuwa Palace had secretly arrived in the Freizer system a day earlier to protect him, and even though the situation was critical just now, she did not take action.

"Is this the Queen?" Diwa asked, looking at the angel in his arms when he didn't speak.

“No.” Wang Ji shook his head.

"Then she doesn't deserve to sit in my seat."

"I can't even sit?"

"You can sit, of course, but she can't."

Wang Ji took a moment to give her a thumbs up: "Next time I come here, it's on me..."

"But since it is Your Majesty's decision, of course everything is fine."

"..."

“You like her very much.” Diwa naturally changed the subject.

"There was a bit back then," Wang Ji didn't shy away from the truth, though a hint of sadness flickered in his eyes. "But now..."

He never expected that a mere moment's delay would lead to such a calamity for Angel Yan; it was something that should have been impossible.

Whether you liked them or not is no longer important; it's all in the past. But... war is so ruthless. A friend you were just laughing and joking with can be dead the next second.

Holy Keisha, Angel Yan, after returning to Earth, perhaps countless similar sorrows await him—comrades, angels, friends…

He could only be thankful that Qilin and the others were not seriously injured.

In war, who can expect to be safe?

"The women you once loved, even if they are dead, should not have any connection with others..." Diwa's voice suddenly became somewhat indifferent.

Wang Ji shook his head.

His subordinates were all more domineering than he was.

Where is Kanna?

"Just before your battle, I ate a bit too much and then slept. I'm probably still asleep."

"Um."

"What about this one?" Diwa spoke again: "Even if you miss her dearly, the dead should be laid to rest. Besides, she wasn't your woman after all."

"I'll help you find a place to bury her."

Wang Ji hesitated...

Diwa stepped forward and pleaded, "Your Majesty, give her to me."

"No, no, no, no, no..."

The silent figure suddenly sprang up!