"Nuoyi, why do I believe I should bear the heavy responsibility for the future of our Blue Alliance?"
Su Yuan replied in a similarly earnest tone.
"Besides... if we fail, we're war criminals, but if we win, we're heroes!"
Chen Nuoyi shook her head.
The words had already reached this point; she couldn't persuade further. They would meet again in the future on the Immortal Execution Platform.
Su Yuan went to Zhu Tianqing, snatched the Demon Dream Grass from her hands, and wiped the sticky juice off her face with a tissue.
Without the stimulation of the Demon Dream Grass's scent, the sacred and intelligent Celestial Hunting Saintess gradually regained consciousness.
She climbed up from the grass, still somewhat dazed, and observed her surroundings with bewilderment.
"Where am I?"
"You overindulged; this is my fault. I shouldn't have entrusted such dangerous strategic material to you."
Su Yuan said apologetically, waving the herb in his hand.
