"Nuoyi, for the future of the Blue Federation, I believe I should shoulder this heavy responsibility."
Su Yuan answered in the same solemn, earnest tone.
"Besides... if we lose, we'll be war criminals. If we win, we'll be heroes!"
Chen Nuoyi shook her head.
It had come to this. There was no way she could talk him out of it. They'd meet on the Execution Immortal Stage in the future.
Su Yuan went over to Zhu Tianqing and snatched the Demon Dream Grass from her hand, then wiped the sticky juice from her face with a tissue.
Without the stimulating scent of the Demon Dream Grass, the pure and clever Heavenly Hunt Saintess gradually came back to herself.
She climbed up from the grass in a daze, her gaze still unfocused as she looked around in confusion.
"Where... where am I?"
"You got high. That was my fault. I shouldn't have put such dangerous strategic resources in your hands."
Su Yuan held up the herb and apologized.
The instant Zhu Tianqing saw the Demon Dream Grass, her eyes sharpened. Like a cat that had spotted a teaser wand, she couldn't tear her gaze away.
Seeing this, Su Yuan's heart began to pound.
Wasn't the Demon Dream Grass supposed to be nonaddictive? Had it evolved?
Would Zhu Tianqing's family cut him to pieces?!
Fortunately, the thing Su Yuan feared most didn't happen. After staring at the Demon Dream Grass for a while, Zhu Tianqing managed to look away through sheer force of will.
"This stuff is too dangerous."
She seemed to recall the terror of having been controlled by her Demon Race instincts. Still shaken, she said:
"Even though it isn't addictive, I think most members of the Demon Race would get hooked after experiencing what the Demon Dream Grass feels