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A pale golden figure was reflected in the one-meter-high star screen.

Shenyu lowered his head slightly, his golden eyes half-closed, his curly golden hair falling over his shoulders, and a narrow gold headband with a lustrous white pearl in the center.

Wearing a gold vintage robe, he looks very much like a priest in Western civilization.

He was enveloped in a solemn and holy aura, possessing an inviolable divinity.

Upon closer inspection, however, it became apparent that he was pale, thin, and appeared sickly and weak.

And within that divinity was a lingering weariness, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, quiet yet frail.

Ye Gongyin sat upright in the main seat, issuing a stern order: "Your Highness, the source of contamination in your leg has become diseased and has just infected your heart. This junior priest must immediately depart for the Central Star!"

Shenyu raised his head slightly, nodded in greeting, and then said, "Let me see Your Highness."

The attendants immediately aligned the star screen with the bedroom.

On the bed, Ye Gongxian lay with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his wet black hair clinging to his forehead. The source of pollution condensed into a hideous black line, climbing from his chest up his neck and finally reaching the bridge of his high nose.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing heavy, as he desperately suppressed the rampant filth within his body.

Those black lines were spreading rapidly all over his body, flowing through his limbs and bones.

Shenyu glanced at it indifferently, raised his right hand slightly, tapped his knuckles casually a few times, and uttered a string of obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient words.

When he reached a certain moment in the calculation, he suddenly paused.

In an instant, a long-lost look of surprise appeared in those glassy golden eyes.

It's as if I can already see countless possibilities for the future.

His voice was deep and resonant, like the sound of a cello, and unwavering: "Your Highness will surely recover this time."

Knowing the seriousness of the problem, Ye Gongyin frowned: "You make it sound so easy. This is an SSSS-level pollution source. His Highness's strength has declined, and he simply cannot withstand the corrosive effects of the pollution. How can he possibly recover?"

"Please rest assured, Your Highness. I just used the Little Six Ren divination method to calculate that Your Highness is safe and sound."

Upon hearing this, Ye Gongyin gradually calmed down. Shenyu's divination skills were inherited from the old priest, and he had been making divinations for the empire for many years without ever making a mistake.

Having resided in the shrine for many years, she naturally trusted him.

She was so concerned that she lost her composure and became disoriented.

"Thank you for your hard work, High Priest. Once the matter on the remote planet is settled, return immediately!"

After he finished speaking, the screen suddenly shut down, leaving only Shenyu's cold figure reflected on the dark screen, lonely and weak.

The altar attendant gently knocked on the door, bringing a fragment of an ancient book, which he presented with utmost respect.

"Priest, I'm sorry, we've only managed to collect these fragments of the ancient book you requested. There are still a dozen or so pages missing. Others are doing their best to find it."

"Mmm," Shenyu replied softly.

The altar boy then began his report: "The construction of churches on remote planets is nearing completion. There are currently 1354 churches completed, with another 265 to be completed this year."

He continued, "The old priest told me to wait for my instructions. He said he would personally oversee the remaining work, and I could return to the central star or travel around. There was one more thing he said, but I couldn't understand it no matter how many times I listened to it."

Shenyu slightly raised his eyelids and looked over questioningly, "What did you say?"

"What falls from the sky is a match made in heaven."

These words reminded Shenyu of the first time he consulted the oracle when he was eighteen.

The altar boy leaned forward curiously: "Sir, what does this mean?"

Shenyu lowered his eyes, his slightly calloused fingers gently turning the pages of the tattered book, his voice so calm it was impossible to discern any emotion: "Prepare the starship and return to the central star."

……

"Holy crap, this is unheard of! Snakes and black-boned chickens eat cat food?"

In the backyard of the villa, in the cat shed, Lu Weiliang and Pa Baobao were feeding stray cats.

The kitten was soft and cuddly, and the two were chatting and petting it when suddenly a half-meter-long red snake and a black-feathered chick appeared out of nowhere, startling the kitten so much that its fur stood on end, and it scurried into the back of the cat shed, refusing to come out no matter how much the two called it.

As it turned out, the two "culprits" outside were quite unceremonious, engrossed in their meal.

Pa Baobao's mouth twisted with anger. She picked up the little snake and was about to throw it away: "Little spicy strip, if you ruin my plans again, I'll turn you into a snakeskin bag."

As if it understood, the little snake blinked its big red eyes a few times, hissed defiantly at Pa Bao Bao, then turned its body, broke free from her palm, and crawled towards Lu Wei Liang's feet.

It could sense that this fierce-looking guide was not the one its master needed at all.

It liked the one behind it, the one with the gentle purple eyes.

Hehe, it wants to climb into her arms and get more spiritual energy.

The little snake, emboldened, slowly circled around Lu Weiliang, then suddenly jumped onto her trouser leg when she wasn't looking, startling Lu Weiliang.

In most cases, the more brightly colored the snake, the more venomous it is, and she dared not touch it at all. But the further she retreated, the more the small snakes clung to her.

Lu Weiliang raised her foot, hardened her heart, and with a "splat," kicked the little snake more than three meters away.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll turn you into snake soup."

The little snake unusually lowered its head, and surprisingly, one could see disappointment on its face.

The black chicken, which had just been busy eating, stopped eating and jumped in front of the little snake, flapping its wings and deliberately shaking it, making a "quack quack quack" squeal.

Not to be outdone, the little snake bit the black chicken's neck.

Then the two animals started fighting fiercely.

Seeing this, Pa Baobao immediately dragged Lu Weiliang back to the villa, saying, "Sister, we can't masturbate anymore, let's go back to sleep!"

Before going upstairs, Lu Weiliang glanced longingly at the black chicken.

Such beautiful pheasants are very rare. If they were made into chicken soup or roasted chicken, they would be very delicious.

She silently decided in her heart that if she saw it again next time, she would definitely catch it and make soup.

"Sister, see you later."

On the third floor, the two parted ways, each returning to their own homes and finding their own sentry.

Sha Ling observed from the balcony for a long time, and when she saw her wife return, she thoughtfully put out the slippers.

His teammate's voice still echoed in his ears: "Let me tell you, you're just too conventional. Why are you buttoning that shirt so tightly? You need to have a devout heart, offering yourself as food to the mistress. Next time, unbutton three buttons, kneel at the door to greet her. If you can't seduce the mistress, I'll eat shit!"

Sha Ling will remember this, Sha Ling will obey, Sha Ling will act!

With a "beep," the door opened. Lu Weiliang habitually glanced around, but couldn't see anyone at eye level. As she casually glanced down to change her shoes, her pupils dilated in shock.

What does it mean?

Did they invite her to try it?

Sha Ling's usually pale skin was now flushed with a rosy blush, which spread from her collarbone to her cheeks, giving her a pinkish hue, like rouge spreading in the snow, making her exceptionally eye-catching.

He slowly raised his head, a hint of unyielding decadence in his eyes.

It's a little chilly; let me help you wash up today.

The large hand made casual gestures in the air, its knuckles clearly defined, yet its movements were strangely powerful.

She seems even sexier than when she speaks.

Lu Weiliang felt a heat in her nasal cavity, and a warm sensation flowed through her.