SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"boom--"

He slammed the shovel down on the stone table, his voice rising eight octaves: "I'll tell you what's going on!"

"How could you say something like that?"

An Shuyao turned slightly to the side, looking at him with icy eyes: "Get out of here."

"Damn it!"

The shovel seemed to laugh in anger. It instantly stood up, walked up to her, pointed at its mud house, and said, "An Shuyao, are you deaf?"

"The only mistake I ever made in my life was saving you!"

An Shuyao met his angry gaze, her voice growing even colder: "This is the last time I'm warning you, if you dare to yell at me again, I will destroy your home and then kill you."

"you……!"

Tiechao took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and finally managed to suppress his voice, a helpless smile playing on his lips: "I'm begging you, can you go back to being mute?"

He sat down again and fiddled with his things, muttering to himself without looking up, "Why do you seem like a completely different person the moment those two show up?"

"You didn't want the phone before, but after what happened last night, you took it."

"What? You're not planning on enjoying peace and quiet anymore?"

A rare, faint smile appeared on An Shuyao's usually cool and aloof face, but it vanished in an instant.

She gazed at the distant mountains, her voice softening: "She's still alive. When I return to my homeland in the future, I won't be alone."

Iron Shovel's lips twitched, and the thing in his hand fell "thud" onto the stone table: "Fine, you're talking nonsense again. Go have your own tantrum and don't bother me."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued fiddling with it, but his brows furrowed slightly.

An Shuyao's gaze shifted to the mask in his hand, her tone turning cold: "I saw a black robe in the room, and now you're fiddling with a mask. What are you trying to do?"

"I was doing nothing, but suddenly I wanted to take it out. I made the mask because I was too bored." The shovel didn't even look up, but his fingers paused for a moment.

An Shuyao sneered, her eyes full of mockery: "After living in seclusion for over a year, are you going to return to this rotten world just because Bai Jue has appeared?"

"You should know what he's going to do. You and he will both die. Your forces are too weak, far too weak."

"Don't even think about using the two of you to wipe out all the darkness in the world."

"A single envoy can easily restrain you."

"But apart from you, you don't have a single person around you who can fight, not a single one."

Tiechao put down the mask he was holding, looked up at her, and suddenly revealed a simple, honest smile, his tone teasing: "What? Are you afraid I'll die?"

An Shuyao's expression suddenly turned cold: "You saved my life, and I will collect your body after you die."

After saying that, she got up and walked towards the mud house, her high heels making a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the cement floor.

Just as she was about to push open the door, the deep sound of a shovel came from behind her, the tone firm:

"The world is filthy, but someone always has to carry the light and move forward."

"An Shuyao, don't underestimate us."

"Also, I won't die, so you don't need to collect my body."

An Shuyao paused slightly, her skirt swaying in the wind, before turning and walking into the room without looking back.

The door creaked shut.

The man with the shovel picked up the black mask, his fingertips tracing its cold edge. The憨厚 (honest and simple) look on his face vanished, replaced by a resolute glint in his eyes.

"If the world is already shrouded in endless darkness, then I will use my body to carve out a ray of light."

Inside the bedroom, An Shuyao leaned against the window, looking at him calmly, but her lips were secretly pursed: "If you want to die, then die. I'm too lazy to collect your corpse."

……

11:00am.

The mountain peak closest to the village.

A graceful figure exuding a powerful aura darted rapidly toward the mountain peak in the night, each leap filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Upon reaching the summit, she abruptly stopped, her eyes instantly reddening, her lips trembling slightly, yet she could not utter a sound.

In front of her, a woman with her back to her gazed at the sky, exuding a cool and aloof aura, her black dress fluttering in the howling mountain wind.

The woman turned to look at her, a faint smile playing on her lips, her voice softening: "Mo Yu, I am still here, why are you crying?"

Mo Yu was dressed in a gray outfit, her long hair tied up and swaying gently in the howling mountain wind.

She looked at the woman in the black dress before her, her voice choked with emotion: "Your Majesty... you're still here, that's so wonderful..."

An Shuyao walked lightly to her, her high heels clicking on the hard rocks with a "tap, tap" sound.

She gently raised her jade-like hand and reached out to wipe away Mo Yu's tears, her voice soft: "Among my subordinates, you have grown the fastest, but at the same time, you are also the one who cries the most."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Yu couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and suddenly threw herself into An Shuyao's arms, bursting into tears.

It was as if all the pent-up grievances, repression, and despair were being poured out at this moment.

An Shuyao's expression softened further as she gently patted her back: "Moyu, after you've finished crying, I'll let you stay by my side forever, okay?"

Mo Yu suddenly took a step back, nodded heavily, and tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably: "Alright! Mo Yu will always stay by the King's side."

After a moment, Mo Yu finally suppressed her surging emotions and told him all the information she had gathered over the past few months without reservation.

When the topic turned to the central government's investigation into the surviving forces of the Red King, An Shuyao frowned slightly and interrupted, "What do you mean? Why is the central government investigating the Red King?"

She secretly wondered: Had Su Nianhe been exposed?

This crazy woman, she could be crazy about anything, but she had to fall in love with a man.

Mo Yu shook her head and replied seriously, "We have interrogated people in the central government, and all we know so far is that this was a decision made by the central government's top brass. They seem to believe... that the Red King is still alive."

An Shuyao frowned even more deeply and asked, "How many of us who are hidden in the kingdom are left?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Your Majesty, after the news of your death was made public, they all lost contact... but Mo Yu discovered their whereabouts in secret. They should be..."

An Shuyao reached out her delicate hand and patted her shoulder again, comforting her, "None of that matters anymore. Besides you, who else is here?"

Mo Yu's voice suddenly turned dejected: "Of the SS-rank, only Luan Xi and I are left. The remaining forces are scattered in various cities, hidden in the streets and alleys."

She paused, then asked softly, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

An Shuyao said calmly, "You don't need to do anything. Just rest quietly for a while and wait for my summons."

In the small courtyard of an earthen house at the east end of the village.

Iron Shovel sat upright on the stone bench, his eyebrows involuntarily twitching: "This woman's words are like farts. Just yesterday she was saying that life is peaceful and serene, and today she's already making trouble."

"Heh... You'd better get lost as soon as possible, so I don't get annoyed seeing you every day."

……

On the top floor of the Wunian Building, in a luxurious room.

Su Nianhe lay on the soft bed, her hands supporting her cheeks, her two long, snow-white legs gently swaying in the air.

Her beautiful face was filled with unhappiness. Staring at her phone, which hadn't received any messages, she pouted and sneered, "Hmph, Lin Mu, you big idiot, why haven't you contacted me all day?"

"You've made me angry again. I'm starting to hate you!"

A few seconds later, she suddenly rolled over and lay flat on the soft bed, her voice tinged with coquettishness: "Fine, I can't go to sleep with this feeling of dislike. I'll still like you, but if you dare not come to me tomorrow!"

"I'll take the initiative to contact you!" Lin Mu put his phone on the bedside table, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.