Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

She hadn't forgotten her duties as empress, and nodded slightly as she spoke.

"That's settled then."

"How about we set off this afternoon?"

The representatives' eyes lit up, and of course they had no objections.

"His Majesty."

Su Qing suddenly spoke slowly and calmly.

"Let's set off again tomorrow."

"This person... looks tired after walking such a long way, shouldn't we let them rest for the night?"

Representative of the Hundred Sects: "I'm not tired, thank you..."

"No, you're tired."

The boy's tone was resolute and righteous.

Representatives of the Hundred Sects: "..."

How come you seem to know me better than I do?

At this point, should he say he's tired, or not?

Princess Scum rolled her eyes inwardly.

That despicable thief.

But she still said it.

"In that case."

"Then let's leave tomorrow."

Representatives of the Hundred Sects: "..."

Something feels off.

Why did things change the moment this boy opened his mouth?

However, since Her Majesty the Empress has spoken, even representatives of the Hundred Sects should exercise some restraint on her territory.

After a while.

inside the room.

The God of War finished a round of rest.

At this moment.

His previously cold and composed brows furrowed slightly, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows.

The originally smooth flow of true energy throughout his body suddenly became somewhat sluggish.

The God of War slowly frowned.

Eyes tightly closed.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Surprisingly, she displayed a vulnerability that was completely different from her aloof image.

suddenly.

A hand was placed on her shoulder.

A familiar and reassuring voice came through.

"Concentrate."

Followed by.

A warm current flowed down her shoulder, instantly calming her somewhat disordered internal energy.

After a while.

Dong Huangming slowly opened his eyes.

But he didn't look up.

I was a little reluctant to let Su Qing see me at this time.

"Stop hiding it."

The boy's tone was very calm, as if he was not surprised at all, and he even smiled as he spoke.

"You have a psychological trauma, don't you?"

A look of surprise flashed across Dong Huangming's beautiful eyes.

He suddenly raised his head.

His face practically screamed: How did you know?

Su Qing naturally knew.

He just checked it.

The God of War is in perfect health.

Both his strength and realm are very stable.

The disorder of his internal energy was purely due to the instability of his own mental state.

Considering what had just happened, Su Qing would be foolish if she still couldn't guess.

Even the God of War revealed a rare moment of vulnerability in front of Su Qing.

She slowly lowered her head.

Her long, flowing black hair looked a little listless.

Dong Huangming had never been afraid of the dark energy in his heart before.

The struggle has lasted so long.

They had long since accepted it as their destiny.

Even when I thought I was going to die, I felt no fear, only regret.

But right now.

Yet, a sense of inexplicable fear involuntarily surfaced in the God of War's heart.

It was only with great difficulty that I was able to "coexist peacefully" with the dark energy in my body.

She couldn't help but worry about what might happen or go wrong on Yaoyue Plain.

What should I do if I am corrupted by the dark energy again?

Dong Huangming is not afraid of death.

But I'm afraid of parting again.

The thought of this possibility makes it impossible for me to calm down.

At the banquet.

She had already shown signs of it.

However, since there were outsiders present at the time, she managed to endure it with her strong will.

I originally wanted to adjust my mood on my own.

Unexpectedly, the more I thought about it, the more I got stuck in a rut.

He almost went astray with his internal energy and suffered a qi deviation.

Su Qing.

He saved her again.

Dong Huangming felt a sense of defeat, as if he had let him down.

"Feel sorry."

The aloof older sister lowered her head, her voice low and filled with an indescribable sense of loss and helplessness.

He clearly went to great lengths to save himself.

Before even facing the invasion of the dark energy, he was already afraid.

"Ok?"

Su Qing raised an eyebrow and said calmly.

"What is there to apologize for?"

"Isn't it natural for people to have things they're afraid of?"

"Moreover."

The young man smiled slightly and said.

"fine."

"I have the most experience in treating mental health issues."

"I guarantee you'll recover completely."

The war god finally looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing across his face.

"really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

The boy rubbed his chin and said slowly.

"Otherwise, why do you think I made the Empress agree to set off tomorrow?"

original.

Did he discover it at that time?

A warm current couldn't help but flow through the chest of the aloof older sister.

I felt at ease again.

She looked at the war god who had calmed down and was now gazing at her expectantly like a little woman.

Su Qing said mysteriously.

"As long as we make sure that the beast horde infected by the black mist doesn't get close, that's fine."

"..."

What a simple and honest suggestion.

It really works.

But that's a battlefield!

This is like telling her to lead troops into battle but absolutely not to get her hands dirty.

Moreover, this black aura is extremely difficult to deal with.

According to the representatives of the Hundred Sects, anyone who gets within two meters of it is likely to be entangled by the black aura, without even needing to make direct contact!

That is why.

The beast tide is gathering at an increasingly rapid pace, putting pressure on all the major sects.

Although Donghuangming is the main general.

But he had been in charge of military affairs for many years.

She knew all too well that if the commander-in-chief only dared to hide at the back and issue orders, he wouldn't even dare to see blood.

No matter how strong the individual soldiers are, such an army is ineffective.

They can't withstand anything.

They will only slip through their fingers like sand, a mere rabble.