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"What? It's early!!!"

Lin Shuocheng jumped up from the bed in a hurry after receiving the news. On the way down the bed, he was not careful and tripped over the rugged quilt. If Zheng Jingzhou had not reacted in time and grabbed him, he would have fallen flat on his face.

Feeling a dull pain in his chest, Zheng Jingzhou frowned and hissed softly. He put the hairy hand that was held by the collar back in place, raised his hand and rubbed the part that was hit and was difficult to talk about.

Zheng Jingzhou, who was innocently implicated, was fine, but the culprit Lin Shucheng's face turned as pale as paper, and the little bit of complexion he had worked so hard to maintain was almost gone.

Lin Shuocheng covered his red forehead in pain and endured the dizziness.

On normal days, he would occasionally make a joke, "Zheng Laosan, nice chest muscles," but now he had no time to think about it.

"Don't worry, Duke Julian and others are discussing changing the route." Zheng Jingzhou frowned, and his gentle face became stern and a little fierce.

When Lin Shucheng heard the other party say that they wanted to change the route, instead of feeling relieved, his heart started to beat faster again.

This flight route was the result of repeated discussions before departure. It was the safest route under the premise of ensuring the shortest flight time. If they suddenly changed the route, they might...

"Take care of your own health first, you don't need to worry about the rest." As if he felt his tone was a bit harsh, Zheng Jingzhou added weakly, "Leave it to me, what else do you have to worry about?"

Zheng Laosan was right. Everyone has their own expertise. He really couldn't help with flying.

For a hundred years, Zheng Laosan had been traveling through the galaxy in all weathers, searching for the whereabouts of the King Bug Cub. In terms of his knowledge of various planets, there was no one better than him in the entire starship.

After feeding Lin Shucheng medicine and nutritional supplements, and seeing that the medicine took effect and he fell asleep, Zheng Jingzhou turned around and left the dormitory and walked towards the meeting room.

"Mr. Zheng," Julian respectfully handed the route map they had discussed to Zheng Jingzhou and asked for his opinion.

A sea of ​​stars appeared in Zheng Jingzhou's mind, more detailed than the one on the blueprint. He took a pen and drew on the blueprint, which surprised Julian and the others. They widened their eyes and held their breath, worried that any loud noise would disturb each other's thoughts.

More than half an hour later, he showed them the final results of his thinking.

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The news that the mutant plant tide had arrived at the border of Ori ahead of schedule was also fed back to the Imperial Star.

The military held an emergency meeting. Although they did not get along with each other on weekdays, they were facing a critical moment concerning the safety of the Zerg.

Some insects still stand out from the crowd and have their own ulterior motives.

"The Second Legion is mainly responsible for maintaining the safety of the Imperial Star. If we suddenly withdraw troops, let's not talk about whether we can make it in time. If there is any trouble on the Imperial Star and His Majesty the Insect Emperor is disturbed during this period, who will be responsible?"

Sissoko, as always, maintains his shameless character of retreating at the first opportunity when something happens and rushing to the front line when something works.

They had just learned that His Majesty the Insect Emperor had entrusted this year's "Lotus Heart" charity event to the Second Legion, and Sissoko was now in high spirits.

The "Lotus Heart" charity event held in early November every year has been carried out intermittently in the insect tribe for more than three hundred years. In the past, the king insect led the male insects of the clans to provide welfare to the orphans in the orphanage and the descendants of the martyrs.

After the death of the King Insect, the welfare activities of the Zerg race were suspended for a period of time due to internal strife, and were later resumed by His Majesty the Zerg King.

I thought Sissoko was lucky enough not to be demoted because of the previous incident. Now he is being reused again and has even climbed up to the high branch of His Majesty the Insect Emperor. I don't know what kind of luck he has.

Although I thought so in my heart, we are all vixen who have lived for hundreds of years, so who is more thin-skinned?

Whoever wants to go to the battlefield can go, they can just hide as much as possible.

Even if the sky falls, there is still the killing god whom they despise to hold it up.

"What Sissoko said makes sense."

"That's right. It's too late to leave from the Imperial Star now..."

Commander-in-chief Anthony glanced at the old guys who echoed him, and then turned his attention to the leader of the Fourth Legion, Bai Xinghui, and asked, "Admiral Bai Xinghui, what do you think?"

Bai Xinghui, who was known for his low-key social phobia, looked at the commander-in-chief in confusion and said, "Why not use the backup plan proposed by Admiral Bai Xu before? Instead of wasting time holding a meeting here, it is better to prepare early."

The noisy conference room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's gazes, filled with surprise, curiosity, and complexity, were focused on Bai Xinghui.

Some were surprised that he was speaking for the God of Death, some agreed with his opinion, and more did not expect that the guy who had always been taciturn would say such bold words.

Anthony's eyes flickered when he was contradicted. He smiled without any sign of anger. He glanced around and gave an order, "Then follow Admiral Bai Xu's plan."

At the same time, Xingyu Bar.

In order not to arouse panic among the masses, the federal government openly blocked the news, and late at night the center of the Imperial Star was still bustling with lights, feasting, singing and dancing.

Mo Lin, who was in a very good mood, smiled with a gloating look on his face, waved his hand and said arrogantly, "I'll treat you tonight, everyone, drink as much as you want."

Ever since he was defeated by the God of Death last time and was severely scolded by his uncle, he has been feeling angry.

Thinking about the danger at the border and how the God of Killer might be in trouble, he suddenly felt more relaxed.

What's even more refreshing is that his uncle Sissoko gave him the task of organizing the "Lotus Heart" welfare activity.

Although it is not the most lucrative task to purchase items, the sons of the aristocratic families cannot bear the hardship of running around. Every year, the sons who participate will at least get exhausted, if not sick.

In order to prevent their sons from suffering, those big families were willing to spend money on bribes, and he received a lot of benefits in private.

A stunning face flashed through Morin's mind, and his mind was full of calculations.

He had already prepared the list and submitted it. It was his bad luck.

"Master Mo, is there any good news today? Tell us so that we can share the joy."

"I heard that Young Master Mo is in charge of this year's 'Lotus Heart' event. Young Master Mo has become rich, so don't forget to help us brothers."

Mo Lin loved being flattered by bugs. Before he could open his mouth, he suddenly remembered his uncle's warning and shut up angrily, "Go away, even drinking can't stop you from talking."

He couldn't say anything until the list was officially announced, but he still had some sense of propriety.

Not far away, in an inconspicuous corner, Perrin was curled up leisurely on the sofa, with his left hand resting on the back of the sofa. From a distance, it looked like he was half-holding Cyrus in his arms.

Perrin raised his chin, smiled and crept a little closer, saying meaningfully, "Brother, I'm not lying to you, there are really fish here."