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As a lord-level beast, it's really not Feng Qingyue's style not to cause trouble.

In the morning, Feng Qingyue went to the area where the alien plants were imprisoned.

Susan seemed particularly eager to scare her, entrusting her with all the inspection and patrol work.

This job might frighten those delicate humans, since those strange plants are actually quite bizarre in appearance, but it won't scare Feng Qingyue at all.

The strange plants were all very happy to see her, and they greeted her in a silly manner.

As Feng Qingyue conducted the inspection as required, she exchanged information with Wanyu in her mind.

Wanyu told her that the liquid in Susan's bottle was about to run out.

Black pine is an extremely rare plant, and black pine oil is even more difficult to extract. Susan herself certainly doesn't have the technology, so what she has must have been given to her by someone else.

Given that Susan needs these things to control the alien plants in order to better extract experimental samples, she will definitely go to see some mysterious person or go to some mysterious place to obtain black pine oil.

Therefore, Feng Qingyue regretfully declined Ji Yuan's invitation in order to follow Susan.

She changed into a black outfit, thinking that since she was following someone, she shouldn't be too conspicuous.

However, she was overthinking it.

In the interstellar age, people's concept of day and night largely comes from the time broadcast on quantum computers.

Feng Qingyue looked at the personal terminal again and again, but still couldn't connect the bright and bustling street in front of her with the fact that it was clearly evening.

Damn, I miscalculated.

Feng Qingyue rubbed her temples in frustration. A flash of light appeared at her fingertips, and her long, dazzling golden hair disappeared, leaving only a neat, short black hairstyle that looked clean and capable.

Following the scent of the holy grass, Feng Qingyue stopped in front of a high-end and elegant bar.

The smells here are mixed, with the strong scent of women's perfume, men's body odor, alcohol, and cigarette smoke, and the scent of cherry herb mixed in with these other smells, which seem out of place.

Feng Qingyue stepped into the bar.

As soon as she went inside, she almost turned the place upside down.

The only reason to blame this bar is the superior performance of materials used in the interstellar era. The materials used in this bar had excellent sound insulation, so much so that Feng Qingyue was startled by the deafening music the moment she entered.

After calming her frightened heart, Feng Qingyue walked towards the bar.

She ordered a cocktail.

While sitting on the high stool waiting for her wine, she twitched her small nose and keenly caught the scent of cherry blossoms, which was stronger than the one at the door.

She downed the cocktail the bartender handed her in one gulp, and to the bartender's astonishment, Feng Qingyue hurriedly ran into the restroom.

Oh my god, it's so spicy!

As soon as she entered the restroom, Feng Qingyue scrunched up her little face, stuck out her tongue, and kept waving her hands. Her eyes were red and there were faint tears in them.

After adjusting, a cluster of blue flames danced on Feng Qingyue's fingertips. The flames burned silently and gradually transformed into an ice-blue butterfly, which obediently rested on Feng Qingyue's fingertips.

Feng Qingyue gently blew a breath toward the butterfly, and the butterfly's wings trembled slightly. In an instant, several identical butterflies appeared, fluttering around Feng Qingyue, their fluorescent bodies flashing, looking extremely beautiful.

With a slight wave of her hand, the butterflies flew out of the toilet stalls and flew to various parts of the bar.

Amazingly, the butterflies seemed to melt into the air the moment they flew out of the toilet stall, disappearing without a trace, with only a few blue specks of light occasionally falling from their tails to mark their arrival.

The butterflies flew around, searching for the target their owner was looking for.

Feng Qingyue sensed the butterflies' movements in her mind and saw one of them land on a corner cubicle. She was overjoyed: she had found it.

A glimmer of light appeared between her brows, and a wisp of spiritual energy silently passed through the revelers and connected with the butterfly.

By sharing the images with the butterfly, Feng Qingyue saw Susan.

She knelt humbly in the middle of the cubicle, her hands trembling as she picked up the man's leather shoes sitting on the sofa and kissed them again and again.

Her long, flowing brown hair fell to the ground, making her look disheveled, yet possessing a strange beauty.

Feng Qingyue clicked her tongue in amazement, maneuvering the butterfly downwards until it stopped at a closer position.

Susan was terrified of the man, yet deeply attracted to him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been bewitched by him.

The man seduced her, making her plant insect eggs in those strange plants.

The Federation has a zero-tolerance policy towards the Zerg, so after her first contact with them, she was never able to escape.

Susan knelt on the ground, her gaze, a mixture of fascination and fear, fixed on the man: "Master, I have already taken control of all the exotic plants in the plant research institute, but the black pine oil is all used up, and I need some more."

The man's sinister gaze fell on the woman kneeling on the ground: "You did a good job with the mission, here you go."

He placed a small bottle of black pine oil in Susan's outstretched hands, and his pale hands roughly ripped off the outer robe covering him: "Come on, come and collect your reward."

An unnatural flush appeared on Susan's face. She nodded sweetly in agreement and then threw herself into the man's arms.

Feng Qingyue finally understood why she felt Susan was strange the first time she met her.

That's not strange at all, those are marks left by a man's touch!

Feng Qingyue controlled the butterfly, slowly flying around the two people who were intertwined, watching this life-or-death battle from every angle.

The man roughly tore off Susan's clothes, revealing her alluring figure. He pressed his muscular body against Susan, reveling in the boundless pleasure he derived from her.

Susan let out blush-inducing moans, which then turned into low sobs. Her eyes were alluring, and she was clearly being bullied. Her hands left marks on the man's back.

The scene was extremely erotic, but Feng Qingyue, focused on causing trouble, couldn't be bothered to look at it.

She manipulated the little butterfly, making it fly back and forth on the man's back, pondering where it would be best to leave a mark.

Finally, she set her sights on the man's lower back.

The butterfly transformed into a cluster of blue flames, adhered to the man's lower back, and disappeared, leaving behind a small water droplet pattern.

The man, who was in the throes of extreme pleasure, felt a slight burning pain in his waist, but he didn't pay attention to it, assuming it was left by the beauty beneath him.

Having marked the person who was to meet Susan, Feng Qingyue had no intention of continuing to watch. She rubbed her slightly numb legs and left the bar.

Was that man from the Zerg? He stank horribly.

Susan felt as if her body had been run over by a car, and the pain was unbearable.

Afterwards, the man quickly dressed and carefully admired the limp woman before him and the alluring red marks on her body. A smile played on his lips: "You did a good job."

After saying that, he turned and left the cubicle, leaving Susan, who was completely naked, trembling as she sat up and struggled to put on her new clothes.

Feng Qingyue walked down the street at night in a good mood. She had planted her tracking mental power in that man, so she would be able to sense his location at any time and know who he served.