Just as I put Jingxia on the bed and before I opened the quilt, it suddenly became smaller and fell onto the bed.

Jing Yi, who was dizzy from the fall:?

He pulled off the pendant from his neck, and there was no other reaction.

He had no choice but to use his small body to open the quilt and cover Jingxia's abdomen. He was very tired after doing all these things, so he fell asleep on Jingxia's neck.

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Emperor Xiu, who was on a sea-blue planet, hung up the phone. The giant wolf beside him poked its head out of the sea, shook off the water on its head, and turned to look at him.

"Xiao Xia?"

"Well, there was a mirage that went to a school in the center of the galaxy, and he happened to run into it."

"fine?"

Mirage affects the mind, and Si Moyi is a little worried that it will cause panic and harm in school.

Di Xiu: "It's okay, I just feel a little exhausted after encountering teammate Xiao Xia and the others. Shen should be at my house now. Let's catch these and send them back as soon as possible."

Si Moyi: "Okay."

The two accelerated their search for alien life on the ocean-filled planet while avoiding disturbing the planet's indigenous inhabitants.

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On the other side of the interstellar space, in the Zerg galaxy, a white-haired young man in a cloak walked into the Zerg's capital planet under the gaze of scarlet vertical pupils. He asked to see the Zerg's supreme commander.

Ever since the Zerg King disappeared, the four highest commanders of the four major Zerg tribes began searching the entire galaxy for his whereabouts early in the morning. They were filled with worry, and many of their Zerg subordinates began to become irritable.

Before the appearance of the Zerg King, the Zerg were blindly fighting both internally and externally. In order to provide their larvae with sufficient nutrients, they began to continuously invade galaxies on all sides. However, in the end, it became increasingly difficult for high-level Zerg to reproduce, and the number of low-level Zerg continued to decline. This situation continued until the birth of the Zerg King.

The Zerg King's powerful mental power connected all Zergs, gave them order and rules, taught them technology and diplomacy, and established their own Zerg galaxy.

They were born to be subservient to the king, but just over a hundred years ago, the Insect King suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Although there are still several commanders guarding the Zerg galaxy, the Zerg in remote areas have begun to fall into chaos.

On this day, a man suddenly came to the edge of the Zerg galaxy and contacted a commander, saying that he had news about the Zerg King. The Zerg, eager to find the king, asked him to go to the capital star for detailed discussion. If this man was reporting false information, he might not be able to leave the Zerg headquarters.

The young man was also very brave. He walked into the cold building that was exactly the same as the Zerg temperament. He was surrounded by natural killer warriors, who stared at him vigilantly with their vertical pupils.

The consciousness in his mind kept giving him advice. He wanted to use the Zerg to start a war against the Empire to lure away the dragon serving in the Empire. He also wanted to use the power of the Zerg to capture the white dragon that was not yet fully grown and was obviously an outsider.

After escaping death from Jing Xia last time, the young man relied on his inner consciousness and utilized the life energy in the green stone to slowly recover.

Recalling the scene at that time, they realized that the white dragon was Jing Xia, whom they had previously thought was a Blue Star person.

"He should be a hybrid, the product of human and dragon."

Young man: "Humans and dragons? Can they still have children?"

"Nonsense, as long as you are strong enough, you can do anything you want. But he is just a half-blood, so he is also half-trash."

"Why?"

Consciousness sneered: "Mixed with human blood, even if the dragon bloodline is half-wasted, it will be crippled in the end if not dead."

The young man recalled the suffocating oppression and felt that this consciousness might not be entirely correct. Even a half-blood dragon could easily kill them.

The consciousness thought that his compassionate heart was flaring up, and he was disdainful and tempting at the same time:

"Don't worry. When the time comes, we can use the Zerg to capture him and extract his dragon blood, turning him back into a 'normal person'. You can then use that blood to give life to your models and bring them back to life."

Under the influence of consciousness, the young man agreed to its plan and came to negotiate with the Zerg.

It has to be said that the white-haired young man in a white cloak looks like a messenger of justice at first glance as long as he doesn't speak.

It's a pity that his eyes are no longer clear. They are filled with impurities from worldly experiences and are turbid. Even the breath of his body is very dirty. Just as Jing Xia said, the blood flowing in his body makes Long feel sick.

The four highest commanders of the Zerg sat above the conference room, their scarlet vertical pupils with a hint of gold looking at this human who exuded a strange aura, and they could actually feel a bit of strange pressure.

The only female commander, Marqi, had a gorgeous face and a rare smile on her lips, a rare sight for the Zerg, but her temperament was very cold. On her back were a pair of crystal wings like dragonfly wings, which radiated a cold light and were extremely hard. When she extended them to the front and tapped the table lightly, it would leave a scratch.

"You said you had news about our king?"

The young man placed a hand on his chest to show his respect for the person above him: "Yes, my respected commander."

"Oh? Then tell me, where is our king now?"

Another tall male Zerg looked at the human with his arms folded. He had a dark complexion and a hard plate on his face. He was the commander of the Scaled Shell Clan, the most warlike of the Zerg.

The other two looked at the white-haired young man. His appearance was still young, but his voice was like old, burnt wood. It was obvious that he had used some means to maintain his life and appearance.

November, the commander of the Poison Velvet Clan who was good at analysis, tapped the table with a pen, observing the young man's every move, which made him feel extremely hypocritical.

Sipul, who was cold-natured and good at assassination, glanced at November and expressed that he did not trust what the man said.

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