Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Chen Zhou shouted angrily and quickly pulled her away. "You evil creature! There's no need for you to talk nonsense or test my resolve. If you lose, you lose. Just serve me and be loyal. There's no need to do these things to please me!"

The air froze for a moment.

“???” Abbrana tilted her head, not understanding at all or even nine out of ten.

What's with this 'I can't finger my ass tonight' conversation?

Byd hasn't even gotten married yet, but he's already living a life of drinking wolfberries from a thermos, right?

The ferocious Dragon wife looked at her useless husband subtly with pity on her face.

After a brief silence, she suddenly pursed her lips, the redness on her face faded, and she sighed helplessly.

This sigh of complaint from the girl seemed to reach into Chen Zhou's heart.

Noticing Abrana's subtle expression, Chen Zhou knew he had missed a meeting!

He quickly pinched Ai Jie fiercely. The extremely speechless Husky glared at him, "Don't overthink it, the Duke is waiting outside. Are you going to let him wait for two days? You bastard, what's the difference between fighting for one or two hours and taking off your pants to fart!"

Damn it, what I hate most is B misunderstanding.

Especially when it comes to that kind of insult, which man can stand this kind of insult?

You have to know that even when Chen Zhou was watching the Minotaur dungeon, he only watched the dungeon where the main perspective was from the yellow-haired person.

As for the wife’s perspective and the victim’s perspective…kill him, kill the person who is standing in front of me as well!

"Don't be impatient. You'll definitely suffer the consequences next time."

Chen Zhou looked as if he was going to teach you a lesson when he got back and skipped the topic.

"Oh?" Abbrana had a subtle expression and winked mischievously.

Just wait, Xiao Ai, you will know how powerful your husband is in the future.

Seeing that the battle was almost over, Chen Zhou suggested, "To eliminate the cancer that the Deep Pool contained early on, let's do it completely. Terra Times Headquarters will dispatch a group of journalists and feathered beasts to the battleship 'Gastril' for your use."

"Thank you, my majesty..." Abrana pecked Chen Zhou lightly on the neck.

"But since you want to clean up your act, I suggest you be more gentle in your actions and stop using fear to intimidate others."

"I try to do it."

The two of them discussed some docking matters in detail. Half an hour later, the dark blue fire cage dissipated from the top, revealing the figures of the two.

Chen Zhou moved his mind, and the ground under his feet broke away from the ground, carrying the two of them quickly to the deck of the battleship.

Glancing at the two men who were not seriously injured, Wellington leaned on his cane with both hands, lowered his head and smiled, "Your Highnesses, I wonder how the competition turned out?"

"I lost."

Although obsessed with victory, Abrana is quite calm in the face of failure.

"Hmm? So, Your Highness Abrana, what are your plans next?"

The Duke of Wellington stroked his beard and looked at his sister with scrutiny. The meaning was self-evident - are you still going to be the leader of Deep Pool?

"Your Excellency, Deep Pool is still Deep Pool, and Aburana's plan remains unchanged. The only thing that has changed is that the relationship between Deep Pool and the Tower Liberation Array has become closer, and the team liberating the Tara region has become more pure."

"Hahaha, that's good, that's good. By the way, congratulations to His Highness Chen Zhou. Restoring the glory of the Tara Empire still depends on young and promising King Drake like you."

"No, no, I am just a humble public tool that holds the fruits of Tara people's pursuit of freedom." Chen Zhou was very humble.

Hearing this, Abbrana rolled her eyes.

The Duke of Wellington, who was always mature and prudent, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Both of you."

Chen Zhou stopped joking and looked at the two of them seriously:

"Liberating Tara is one thing, Tara's independence is another. My bottom line is that Tara must not be independent! The Red Dragon is the master of Victoria. If they arbitrarily split the country, who will the remaining non-Tara areas belong to? Could it be Aslan?"

Abara, do you want to be the mistress of Tara or Victoria? Duke of Wellington, will you tolerate your fame being limited to Tara? I hope you two will think about this issue carefully and not lose sight of the big picture.

Seeing the two of them remain silent, Chen Zhou smiled and said, "You two, I have to go to Londinium first. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Let high-speed battleships fly in the sky?

A hint of excitement appeared in Wellington's eyes, but he turned his head and thought about what he was going to do next, and slowly shook his head.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but Your Highness Abrana needs time to prepare your speech, and my army needs time to assemble."

"I actually overlooked that." Chen Zhou patted his head. "In that case, I look forward to meeting you two in Londinium."

After saying that, he stepped onto the lifting block, and together with the tower-breaking cadres who came down this time, his body quickly flew high into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

……

The kingdom of the sky, the floating city.

Located directly behind Colossus Park in the heart of the city, City Hall boasts a two-story Ursus-style building with clean lines and elegant interiors. Small sculptures depicting prominent figures of the New Integration Movement adorn the columns, doorframes, and eaves.

The composition of the city hall clerks was diverse: talents assigned by Wei Yanwu, locals selected through examinations, and cadres from the Integration Movement and the Tower Liberation Front.

At this moment, in the city hall, officials from all walks of life gathered together to discuss and decide on the entourage list of those who would follow Ravshini to win over the villagers.

"The Integration Movement must go."

Minister of Agriculture Jiu insisted, "We haven't seen the infected people down there for too long. This is a very dangerous signal. The integration movement cannot be separated from the infected!"

"Then I'll go with Lavishne." The pink cat Percival said with one hand on her chin, carrying a white medical bag.

Previously in Cuilinterme, Chen Zhou asked the White Queen for a lot of medical personnel to move in. The medical pressure in the three cities was greatly reduced, and her life became more relaxed.

But this is not the main reason. The key reason why she went down is that she also serves as the liaison of the new integration movement. Who else but her can gather the scattered members of the integration movement?

Hearing this, Tallulah was about to raise her hand, but was glared at by Nine.

"Draco's identity is already sensitive in Victoria. Do you think Ravshini doesn't pay enough attention to him? Also, as the head of the officials, if you step down, who will take your place?"

"Me!" Mandela raised his head and took the responsibility.

"You can't." Jiu didn't even look at Mandela.

Mandela was frustrated and felt secretly resentful. He took out a piece of white paper and wrote and drew something on it.

Chen Zhou on the side was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that Xie Maomao had developed such a good habit of writing!

Not you, Mandela?

"What are you writing?" he asked softly.

Mandela covered the writing without leaving a trace and explained through gritted teeth, "Teacher Williams said that when you're feeling down, you can distract yourself by writing. He also said it's especially good for someone like me with a bad temper to cultivate self-cultivation."

"Yo." Chen Zhou gave Mandela a thumbs up.

Then he clenched his right hand, and the white paper that Mandela had been protecting flew into Chen Zhou's hand in the blink of an eye.

"Today, Jiu Gou humiliated me in front of everyone in City Hall. His harsh comments were unbelievable, not even befitting a ruler. It's truly despicable! It's truly despicable!"

"I've made note of this. If I become the Green Emperor someday, I will definitely point fingers at her face to face and humiliate her tenfold! An eye for an eye, double the reward. This is Master Mandela's principle!"

As Chen Zhou flipped through the small notebook, Mandela's expression quickly changed from anger to astonishment, from astonishment to fear, and from fear to shame that made her want to dig out the three-bedroom apartment, and a kind of shame and anger that made her want to die with the other party.

Chen Zhou was amused. "You kid, are you trying to win with your mind?"

"You star...star-lit leader!"

She rushed to Chen Zhou and tried to snatch her diary back, but Chen Zhou held the white paper high in both hands, and she lost her balance and fell into Chen Zhou's arms.

"You two are playing like this..."

Jiu took a look at the two unserious people, as if he had discovered some clues, and showed a tinge of suspicion: "Could it be that they think we are just part of a game?"

Hearing this, Mandela, whose little face was almost buried in Chen Zhou's crotch, pursed her lips, her entire neck and ears turned red, and she quickly stood up in embarrassment.

There was no way out, she could only swallow her anger silently, and feel guilty about Jiu again.

On the other side, Chen Zhou leisurely took Mandela's revenge diary and flipped through a few pages.

"Today, Chen Zhou took me to his vacation home. As soon as I walked in, he asked me to kneel down like a loyal dog and let him ride on me. He said it was to remember my original intention. How despicable! If he ever fulfills his lofty ambitions, he will make this Star Fury work like a slave for me and feed me navel oranges to relieve my hatred today!"

Chen Zhou sneered and secretly made a note in his mind, he would see what the navel orange cat would do next time.

But this kid, why did he only write half a sentence of poetry in his diary?

Turning to the previous page, he continued to appreciate the masterpiece of Xiemaomao.

"Today, Chen Zhou praised my beautiful voice, and even forced me to scream while serving him. What does he think of me? I guess this is what the book says, 'When a ventriloquist is found in the capital, the king will never attend court again.' Hateful Xing Nu, next time I'll make you wail every night and trample you under my feet like my loyal dog!"

How can you use a line in your poem like this? It's either misspelled or missing a sentence.

There are also lines like "When we are awake, we make love, and suddenly we have children," "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, I know that this matter must be done personally," "The Man family has a beautiful daughter, she grinds her teeth and sucks blood, killing people like hemp," and "There are more than a hundred fish in the pond, all pointing and arranging the boat."

It can be seen that Mandela's attainments in poetry are not inferior to those of the wise Keobe.

But this kid secretly treats me as Xing Nu.

Chen Zhou looked at Mandela meaningfully. Receiving the death gaze, the cat froze, its neck instantly shrank, and its eyes became vague.

After some wrangling and evasion, the gods who were to be sent down to earth with reeds were quickly determined - Percival, the nurse in the hospital, Jessica, the rich woman who was afraid of pain, and so on.

As a member of the Tower Breaking Array, Jessica not only took on the organization's mission, but also went to the lower realm to hone herself...

Unexpectedly, after leaving Black Steel, she still headed towards the wilderness as in the original plot line, which makes people wonder if it is due to her personality.

"I can't bear to leave you, Jessica."

Chen Zhou felt a little sad.

I'm sad that I don't receive any rewards from Mao Mao Tou every month.

"Tell me the truth, Captain, are you reluctant to part with me, or are you reluctant to part with my friend Fei?" Jessica closed the "Leader's Quotations" with a look of rebellion on her face!

"Pure little black guy, specifically guiding it to the part that is not conducive to the boat!"

Chen Zhourui commented, then shook his head: "So, women only affect the speed at which I draw my sword."

"But a rich woman can buy you a good sword."

Jiu glanced at him and said softly.

Chen Zhou glared at her and said, "Jiu, you are also a little black!"

Not long after, on the outskirts of Oak Forest County, next to the battleship "Gastril".

The lifting block from the Kingdom of Sky came down, and it was Chen Zhou and others who said goodbye to Wei Cao.

"Lafushini, after these days in the floating city, I believe you have gained some understanding of the direction of the future, right?" Chen Zhou looked at his sister Long.

He has always encouraged others to pursue their dreams and find their own path in life. Especially a compassionate Draco like Reed cannot be left to waste in the floating city.

"Well, I want to give the Tara people land, peace, thick soup, and honey... I just feel a little reluctant to leave the floating city behind."

Speaking of which, Wei Caoyuan originally planned to commit suicide by taking a dirty bomb of Originium in Xiaoqiu County if Chen Zhou and his tower solution formation had not appeared.

It was this person, this city, that brought her salvation, allowing the taut strings in her heart to relax a little.

"We may walk together for various reasons. We share the same ideals and move forward hand in hand, but everyone will find their own direction. Sooner or later, the day of separation will always come."

Chen Zhou patted his sister Long's shoulder and encouraged her, "No road will completely overlap with other roads. Even if there is some overlap, it is only an overlap. Please remember, no matter where our respective paths lead, my blessings will be with you all the way."

"Well... thank you, Chen Zhou." Wei Cao was obviously much more relaxed and smiled brightly. "Next time we meet, I will bring some excellent companions to see you."

Weicao's touching words almost made Chen Zhou cry. He wanted to make a straw hat for her on the spot.

"By the way, there's something I forgot to tell you." Chen Zhou suddenly remembered something.

"what's up?"

"If we can win over the team, we can tell them not to go to the Caister Territory or the border. We can just have them stay in the Duke of Wellington Territory."

Although he reminded Wellington to be careful when driving a battleship, Chen Zhou still remembered the scene in the plot where the Tara refugees were crushed into pieces by the high-speed battleship.

Chapter 41: Different Paths Facing Each Other (Part 1)

Ten kilometers from Londinium, wasteland drive.

"Before the communication signal disappeared, Heigang's aircraft was one hundred meters ahead."

On the barren land, Rhodes Island operator Shirorin put down his telescope, wiped his sweat, and talked with his teammates.

Beside him, Indra picked up a handful of yellow earth, sniffed it, frowned, and said:

"There's a smell of smoke. Confirmed enemies ahead, no more than thirty."