The Unconscious Potato

"Damn it!!"

Jiang You's expression changed drastically, while the others stared at her in bewilderment.

They had clearly seen her place her hand on their own Emperor's forehead, yet she suddenly looked as though she had been ambushed.

They were mentally ill, but they weren't idiots. How could they not see through such an obvious ploy?!

Mao Jgong: "Madam Jiang Jiang looks like she's been stuck."

Square Face: "Was she captivated by His Majesty's charming beauty?"

Princess: "Bullshit. What charm does Imperial Father have?"

"Should we help pull the two of them apart?"

"Madam Jiang Jiang, do you need help? Just say the word, and this Palace will come at once!"

Jiang You roared inwardly. She knew she couldn't count on these idiots.

She had extorted so many crystal cores from Number Nine City and Dawn Tower, and had finally eaten her fill. But now, her body was like a breached dam, with energy pouring out wildly.

Damn potato. What the hell was this Star-Absorbing Technique?!

She had no time to worry about anything else. She quickly concentrated all her attention on her wrist and struggled to mobilize her power. Then she exerted herself.

Crack!

A blade of wind swept past, severing a hand at the wrist.

The severed hand that had been sliced off dropped to the ground with a slap.

Jiang You also abruptly leaned backward, performed a backflip, and landed steadily.

Her right wrist was suddenly empty, with fresh blood dripping steadily as blood surged wildly from the wound.

Muscle tissue rapidly grew. Before long, a bloody hand had regenerated.

Jiang You pulled out a wet wipe and calmly wiped the blood from her palm.

By then, the severed hand on the floor had already turned into a puddle of blood.

After wiping her hand clean, Jiang