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"Fu Xuan, can you tell me what dangers Lu Ze will encounter next?"

Just as everyone was enthusiastically discussing what Lu Ze had buried for them in that abandoned freight tunnel, Xing suddenly blurted out something.

Her voice wasn't loud, but the entire Shence Mansion fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan was slightly taken aback by Xing's words.

She was silent for a moment, a subtle ripple appearing in her golden eyes, as if she were flipping through an old, dusty photo album, recalling page by page those scenes buried deep in the past thirty years.

"This story begins with the Immortal Boat Fanghu's plea for help," Fu Xuan said slowly, his tone tinged with reminiscence.

That year was 8072 in the astrological calendar, and Lu Ze had been on the Immortal Ship for over a year.

Over the course of more than a year, he and Fu Xuan went from acquaintance to friendship to love, and their relationship reached its most passionate stage.

It's not the cold "mutual understanding between the two people in the hexagram" in the hexagram, but a perfect and natural outcome.

Fu Xuan returned from the Ministry of Divination later than usual that day.

Recently, the entire Taibu Si (a divination agency) has been operating around the clock, deriving one calculation result after another, and all the results point to the same endpoint—the Fanghu Immortal Boat is doomed to be destroyed.

She handed her coat to Lu Ze, who came out to greet her, looked up at his profile, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"Aze, Luofu is turning around. We'll be heading to Fanghu soon to provide reinforcements. Many of the alien races have already begun leaving Luofu. I've already arranged for a starship to go to another neutral star system for you—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was crystal clear.

The Third War of Abundance was unlike any of the previous minor skirmishes.

The people of Fengrao, along with the living star constellation Jidu Mirage, besieged Fanghu Immortal Ship. The ferocity of the battle had already spread throughout the entire Immortal Ship Alliance.

As the commander-in-chief of Luofu, Jing Yuan personally dispatched the four main cloud cavalry fleets, including the Chuihong Guard and the Chunting Guard, to provide reinforcements. All the troops in Luofu have been mobilized.

If this battle is lost, Fanghu will be destroyed, and Luofu will also be unable to escape the fate of being mired in the quagmire of war. This is a true battle for life and death.

Fu Xuan felt that Lu Ze was not a member of the Immortal Ship, and therefore had no obligation to take this risk with him.

"Xuan'er, what are you saying?"

Lu Ze hung up her coat, without saying anything directly. Instead, he took a step forward, stood in front of her, gently put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

He used a little force in his movements, as if punishing her for acting on her own initiative.

"Am I that kind of person? If it really comes to that, let's just die together, embracing each other. What's the point of living alone?"

Lu Ze's voice was calm and unhurried, yet every word landed heavily on her heart.

Fu Xuan remained silent.

She gently rested her head on Lu Ze's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

She listened quietly for a long time, then, as if she had made an important decision, she took a deep breath.

"Aze, let's share a room tonight—"

Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was gently pinched shut by a hand.

Lu Ze pinched her lips with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her words into a series of muffled "pfft" sounds.

"Don't say anything unlucky."

Lu Ze's tone was full of reproach, but his gaze was gentle.

He knows her too well.

Having sex, and then what?

After saying that, should we add, "If I die in battle, at least I will have no regrets"?

He didn't intend to let her finish her sentence, not even a single word.

"You're annoying!"

Fu Xuan's mouth was pinched, and the protest he made sounded like a kitten with its mouth stuffed shut.

She reached out, clenched her fist, and gently punched his chest twice with a force so weak it wouldn't even kill a mosquito. Then she rubbed her cheek against the spot where she had punched him.