StarCraft: The Sickly Female Supporting Character Pulls Out the Weeping Willow

Chapter 455 Extra 5
Chapter 456

The massive crimson scimitar pierced Lu Zhao's abdomen, piercing right through him.

The guards around her weren't nervous at all; instead, they looked at the woman in front of them with a complicated expression.
"She's quite good-looking, why would she do something like this?"

"Assassination King? Are you crazy?"

The woman's eyes flashed with wild joy, and she even spun the scimitar forcefully around his abdomen several times.

"You madman, go to hell."

Gripping the hilt, he slashed the curved blade along the wound from bottom to top.

His upper body was split in two.

The woman, in her madness, gradually froze with a smile, which then slowly disappeared.

The person in front of her had clearly been pierced and torn apart by her, yet his body strangely overlapped with her body.

"Hahaha, assassinate our king? How laughable."

"Our king's spiritual body is a rare elemental entity. Before attempting an assassination, couldn't you at least do your research? You're such an idiot."

Along with this assessment, a stinging pain shot through me.

The stunningly beautiful woman slowly lowered her head, revealing a hole in her chest that appeared out of nowhere.

A breeze passes through the hole.

It invades other parts of the internal organs and feels cool.

Upon seeing the woman lying dead on the ground, the guards stepped forward and dragged her away.

Checking identity?
No need.

This is the Imperial Star.

There aren't many good people living here.

The purpose doesn't matter, since we can't kill them anyway.

If you dare to make a move, be prepared to be killed in retaliation.

Do they really think their palace guards are pushovers?

Each and every one of them is a top-tier combatant on the Imperial Star, okay?

"What a shame for such a beautiful woman."

He's stupid.

Moreover, stupidity is a contagious trait.

Avoid it if you can avoid it.

“There’s a leadership meeting coming up soon, isn’t there?” Lu Zhao dusted off his sleeves. “Tell them to keep their skin on their sleeves. If this happens again, they’re done for.”

Looking at Lu Zhao walking ahead, the guards felt a chill run down their spines.

Is this god of death planning to strike again?
So say it.

Their Wang Luyan, although he has a really bad temper, has killed far fewer people than this guy.

The contrast between these two brothers is too strong.

Moreover, they look very similar, making it difficult for outsiders to tell them apart.

Fortunately, their temperaments are completely different.

**
During dinner, Lu Zhao received a video call request.

Clicking on it reveals a picture of a handsome young man, so fresh and vibrant he could practically drip with moisture.

"What's wrong?" He looked at the other person with gentle eyes.

The boy opposite asked, "Brother, what are you doing on the Imperial Star?"

The surrounding buildings were all too familiar, and he was incredibly disappointed.

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to run away again?"

That's right, the person opposite is Qin Mu, the current king of the Mia Galaxy.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow. "Don't be so rude. My birthday is coming up soon, and I definitely want to celebrate with my parents. I'm already on my way and will be there in three days. My birthday is in five days, and my brother isn't here again? Brother Yan is really hard to deal with."

"With the cabinet in place, my absence for a period of time will not have any impact."

Lu Zhao nodded, "I'm sorry, but there's a leaders' meeting going on at the Imperial Star, and I can't get away."

Qin Mu understood. "Oh right, there's that too. The people on the Imperial Star are indeed difficult to deal with, even more so than Second Brother."

The guard standing nearby nodded silently upon hearing this.

That's right, that's right. People from all walks of life on our Imperial Star are very difficult to deal with.

Unlike you Star Alliance members, you're all such good kids.

"Go ahead, your sister and the others are here. As for me, I'll celebrate your birthday with you another time."

“Okay.” The two brothers ended the video call, and Lu Zhao continued to enjoy his dinner elegantly.

“Click, click—”

The footsteps were rhythmic, approaching from afar.

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, a beautiful woman in a red evening gown swayed gracefully as she walked in.

Upon seeing Lu Zhao, she quickened her pace, then slowed down, and then paused slightly in surprise.

"The king has gone to the Milky Way?"

Lu Zhao pointed to the seat opposite him, "Sit."

The woman sat down, and someone brought her tableware.

She savored her dinner with graceful movements, her voice tinged with regret as she spoke, "I thought tonight would be a pleasant evening."

Lu Zhao smiled and asked, "Asleep?"

With such a refined and cultured appearance, saying those two words always feels particularly special.

However, those present did not care at all.

In any case, Your Majesty is the most refined and cultured person besides the late King.

"How could that be?" Hongmei said, looking defeated. "That's why I put on my battle gear tonight, wanting to keep trying."

"I've been trying for two years, it's really difficult."

She spoke with a look of resentment and gritted teeth.

When Lu Zhao heard her words, he couldn't help but chuckle, remembering that Qin Mu had said the same thing in the video call earlier.

"Keep it up." His encouragement was devoid of emotion.

Hongmei resisted the urge to roll her eyes and quickened her pace of eating.

"However, do not use any methods against him without Lu Yan's permission," Lu Zhao kindly reminded him.

Hongmei paused slightly while chewing. "I've got it, but what if I use it?"

"My mother once said, 'To die under a peony is to be a romantic ghost,'" Lu Zhao said calmly.

Hongmei raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

It sounds very poetic, but could you please explain what it means more clearly?

Lu Zhao said calmly, "What I mean is, dying over something as trivial as men and women is a very satisfying thing."

It was a romantic affair.

But it's clear that Hongmei doesn't really understand the meaning of romantic affairs.

The people of Dixing are all scum; many of them never read a book in their entire lives.

This girl, despite her stunningly beautiful face and curvaceous figure, is truly amazing.

But, he was illiterate.

Native to the planet Dixing.

On the Imperial Star, there is no requirement to study.

Do whatever you want.

Apart from the relatively peaceful capital planet of the imperial planet, the other planets are rife with fighting, a law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak and the mighty reign supreme.

My father had tried to improve things before, but these people just couldn't learn from it.

However, to become the leader of each star system in the Emperor Star System Cluster, one must be educated, intelligent, and possess excellent management skills.

Hongmei opened her mouth and said, "Oh, I understand, I'll die."

"Hmm." Lu Zhao scoffed, "Don't be afraid, you'll die sooner or later anyway."

“Then I want to die later.” Hongmei gave in. “I’m so beautiful, my death would be a loss for many people.”

Her spiritual form is like a red plum blossom, without fragrance, but beautiful, exceptionally beautiful.

"If all else fails, I'll just lease a piece of land and grow vegetables." The seeds from the Imperial Star can be planted repeatedly, although they are still mostly purchased from the Divine Court.

But at least we can eat normal vegetables now.

Lu Zhao thought for a moment, "This is pretty good."

Currently, interstellar vegetables are still in short supply, and many barren planets have begun to cultivate them, although only a limited number of crops are available, and they still require external aids, such as special ingredients or medicines, to grow.

At least it can alleviate the pressure on the desolate planet a little.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Hongmei patted her bottom and left.

She didn't want to farm. She thought that if she couldn't win over the king, she would find someone else to quench her thirst.

She's getting anxious about relying on this all the time.