"Open the door for them and invite them in."
Wang Ji didn't flirt with Angel Yan. After the pretense was over and the thief was chased away, it was time for the family and friends meeting.
It's foreseeable that he'll be very busy from now on.
"Also, try to find Lianfeng, Yuqin, and the other warriors of the Super Soldier Squad using my Black Armor System. If that doesn't work, I'll use projection. Demon One is still controlling Earth's communications, and I don't want to use the Endless Source to fight them."
Find them, and get them to send someone to drive the Purple Palace, and…
Wang Ji gave the order and looked at Angel Yan: "If possible, I would like to have some angel warriors come to teach the Earthlings. My people have all gone back."
“Mm.” Angel Yan nodded.
She understood Wang Ji's considerations.
A few minutes later, familiar figures appeared outside the hall.
"King Ji!"
"Sister Yan!"
A day apart feels like three months; countless sorrows and griefs, longing and tears.
In just a few days, there were countless things to say.
After a busy night of searching, Wang Ji met with one acquaintance and comrade-in-arms after another.
It wasn't until late at night that I finally had a moment of peace.
...
"You should go to sleep first."
"I will serve you..."
"Go to sleep."
In a room decorated in an antique style reminiscent of Earth, Wang Ji stroked Du Qiangwei's smooth, wine-red hair, refusing to let her make any move.
She was deeply in love with him at that moment, but he couldn't possibly do anything reckless. Her father had just died, so how could she possibly be in the mood for anything? She just wanted to serve him.
"Your husband is still here, don't be afraid..." He coaxed her like a child, watching as she seemed to fall asleep, tears streaming down her fair face.
She nestled in his arms, holding him tightly, not daring to let go even for a moment.
Wang Ji gently patted her back. Time passed slowly until she finally fell asleep, though her brows were furrowed.
With a soft sigh, he gently kissed her hair and remained silent.
Regardless of other matters, he would not hold a grudge against Rose.
He was all she had left.
After a long while, he, who had no desire to sleep, gazed at the nine-tiered tower on the bedside table, his thoughts drifting...
"Queen Keisha..."
In another antique-style room, with carved railings and elegant doors, Wang Ji, dressed in black armor, slowly picked up something from the table in front of a wooden table.
Looking at it, Wang Ji sighed softly, his feelings were somewhat complicated, and he also found it a bit ridiculous.
He was delusional and ended up in an awkward situation.
This is an arm, a rather slender arm.
The arm is intact, even including some of the shoulder blade and...
Originally, it was lying on a blue lotus on the table, supported by the blue lotus.
Red leather armor, with arm guards, shoulder guards, and even...
"These sacred atoms are too difficult to solve..." He sighed again as he looked at her slender arms and even her perfect jade hands.
The cut was bright red, but not bloody.
He can analyze so many super soldiers, super genes, divine bodies, and even engines, all silently and at incredible speed.
But this was the first time I faced this sacred atom...
"There's not a suitable time today. I'll schedule a time to give it to Yan tomorrow. I don't know if it can be brought back to life or anything." He muttered to himself, picked up the arm, and touched his hair.
"Why are you getting involved in such ambiguous things when you have nothing better to do? You're just wasting your brother's feelings..." He complained a bit.
Given the circumstances—touching her hair, reluctant to part, giving gifts, and making vows—how could he not misunderstand?
Wang Ji was slightly nostalgic and remained silent.
"Smack!"
A soft sound.
Wang Ji was stunned.
If he wasn't hallucinating, then he just endured a major battle.
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