I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Inside the house, Annabell stood up and walked to the mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror, which was covered with marks of love, she thought of the lingering love last night and her heart beat faster.

"Come back soon," she whispered, "I'll be waiting for you."

"Your Highness," Aman came back with hot water and asked carefully, "Is the chief really good to you?"

Annabell was combing her long hair. When she heard this, a gentle light flashed in her eyes: "He's fine."

"But before..."

"The past is the past," Annabelle said. "People change."

A'man wiped the princess' body. Looking at the ambiguous marks, his face turned red again: "Does it hurt?"

"Aman!" Annabell covered her face in shame.

"I... I am worried about you," A'man muttered, "You have been spoiled since childhood..."

"He's very gentle," Annabelle said softly, "He kept asking me if I was in pain, if I was tired..."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Annabell smiled happily, "He said he would treat me well and not let me suffer any grievances."

A'man looked at the sweet expression on his master's face, and finally put his worries to rest.

"Then remember to remind him," Aman said as he dressed the princess, "next time don't stay in such an obvious place, it's so embarrassing."

"Aman!" Annabell stamped her feet in shame.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more," A'man said with a smile, "Look at you, your face is all red."

"Hate!"

The sun shone through the window onto Annabelle, who was wearing a lavender dress, with blonde hair cascading down her face, a sweet look that only a girl in love can have.

"Your Highness," Aman said suddenly, "You are so beautiful."

"Ok?"

“It’s just…it looks better than before,” Aman said. “It’s like it’s glowing.”

Annabell touched her face: "Really?"

"Really," Aman nodded, "Maybe this is what happiness looks like."

"Oman..."

"Okay, okay," A'man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Don't cry, your makeup will be ruined."

"You're the one crying."

The master and servant smiled at each other, and the house was filled with a warm atmosphere.

At dawn, war chariots roared in the base square. Hundreds of elite psychics were ready to go. They were dressed in uniform black combat uniforms, with energy weapons on their waists, and each of them exuded a powerful aura.

Zhang Chen was wearing a dark blue command uniform, with a fierce look on his handsome face. He stood tall and straight in front of the team, his eyes sweeping over the assembled troops.

"Chief," the adjutant stepped forward and reported, "everything is ready."

Zhang Chen nodded, turned and walked towards Annabell's courtyard.

In the courtyard, Annabelle was wearing a long white dress, her blonde hair shining in the morning light. When she saw Zhang Chen, she was delighted, but soon she was filled with worry.

"Don't worry," Zhang Chen stroked her cheek, "I'll be back soon."

"Thank you," Annabelle said softly, "for doing so much for the Federation."

"You are my woman," Zhang Chen said, "and it is my duty to protect your country."

Annabell blushed, "I'll let Aman go with you."

Aman, who was standing nearby, stepped forward to salute. Her long fiery red hair was tied behind her head, and her green eyes were full of determination. Although she was petite, her every move showed the temperament of a well-trained person.

"Aman grew up in the Federation," Annabell said, "and is very familiar with the terrain and the distribution of forces there."

"The Federation has a complex terrain," Aman added. "There are continuous mountains in the west, vast plains in the east, and dense forests and swamps in the south. The nobles are fighting openly and secretly, and there are many factions."

Zhang Chen nodded: "It would be best if you lead the way."

"I will do my best," Aman said, "for your highness."

"It's getting late," Zhang Chen glanced at the sky, "It's time to set off."

Annabell stood on tiptoe and kissed him gently on the cheek: "Be sure to come back safely."

Zhang Chen hugged her slender waist and gave her a deep kiss: "Wait for me."

Watching Zhang Chen leave, Annabell clenched her hands.

She knew that the situation in the Federation was more complicated than it seemed.

Those nobles were loyal to the royal family on the surface, but secretly they had their own ulterior motives.

And Aman, as her most trusted maid, is not only familiar with the terrain of the Federation, but also understands the intricate interpersonal relationships.

This is also the real reason why she asked Aman to follow.

"May God bless them," Annabell prayed in her heart, "and may they return safely."

In the distance, the roar of chariots gradually faded away.

Chapter 727: Found the smell of blood in the stream

In the morning light, a powerful team is heading towards the Federation. What they will face is a complex war involving multiple forces.

A'man rode a warhorse behind the team, her long red hair fluttering in the wind. Her green eyes occasionally glanced at Zhang Chen in front of her, with disdain in her eyes.

"Tsk, isn't he just handsome?" A'man muttered in his heart, "Why is Your Highness so fascinated by him?"

Thinking of the days in the camp, Aman felt a blockage in his heart. Those women looked at the princess with contempt and said unpleasant things behind her back: "You are just here for marriage, why are you pretending to be noble?"

"The chief has so many women, who is she?"

Every time he saw the princess forcing a smile, Aman wanted to rush up and fight those people to the death.

"Zhang Chen, that bastard," A'man gritted his teeth, "must have treated Your Highness as a plaything..."

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard shouting and killing from the front.

"Stop!" A group of armed men in messy clothes rushed down the hillside, "This is our territory!"

The leading burly man looked at Zhang Chen with a sneer on his face. "Hey, isn't this the son-in-law who got to the top through marriage? What? Do you want to meddle in our affairs?"

"That's right," another person taunted, "Go back and accompany your princess, and don't get involved in our affairs."

Zhang Chen dismounted his horse expressionlessly and slowly drew out the energy sword from his waist.

"Looking for death." He only said these two words.

The next second, a cold light flashed!

Zhang Chen's figure shuttled between the enemies like a ghost. Every sword strike was clean and neat, without any unnecessary movements. Those militants who were still laughing instantly turned into corpses on the ground.

The blood was shining strangely in the sunlight. Zhang Chen stood in a pool of blood, his stern face expressionless.

A'man was stunned. This was completely different from the weakling she had imagined who relied on her beauty to get to the top!

"Keep moving forward," Zhang Chen put away his sword and mounted his horse without even looking at the corpse on the ground.

"Wait!" Aman suddenly shouted.

Zhang Chen turned around.

"You..." Aman bit his lip, "Do you really care about His Highness?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I don't mind killing you right away," Zhang Chen said calmly.

After saying this, he rode forward. In the sunlight, his back was as straight as a pine tree, with an unquestionable majesty.

A'man was stunned. She suddenly understood why the princess fell in love with this man.

It's not because of his appearance, but because of the calm, strong and reliable qualities in his bones.

"Maybe..." Aman said softly, "I really misunderstood him."

The team continued to move forward, leaving behind a pile of corpses. The news spread quickly: Don't mess with that Zhang Chen, his sword is colder than his words.

As the sun sets, the team sets up camp in a valley. The stream is clear and the trees on both sides are lush, making it a rare place to rest.

Joanna was tall, with long silver hair that shone softly in the twilight. She wore a tight-fitting blue combat uniform, and her every move exuded a unique and lively temperament.

"Chief," Qiao Na walked up to Zhang Chen, her blue eyes gleaming, "I have already used my supernatural powers to investigate, and there are no enemies within a three-mile radius."

Zhang Chen nodded: "Go get some water."

Joanna waved her hand gracefully, and the stream water floated up like a ribbon, forming a perfect water ball in the air. Her ability was controlled so precisely that not even a drop of water was splashed.

A'man watched this scene from a distance, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. This Qiao Na, every move she made was to fawn on the leader!

"The water is just right," Jonah said softly, "Would you like to take a bath, Chief?"

Zhang Chen took off his shirt, revealing his muscular body. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his bronze skin, outlining his perfect lines.

Qiao Na's face flushed slightly, and the water ball in her hand swayed gently.

"You go down first," Zhang Chen said, "Let A'man guard it."

A'man was stunned. He didn't expect him to call his name.

There was a hint of disappointment in Jonah's eyes, but she still retreated respectfully.

"Come here," Zhang Chen said to A'man.

Aman approached cautiously: "What do you want to do?"

"I know what you're thinking," Zhang Chen said calmly, "You think I'm playing with Annabelle's feelings."

Aman clenched his fists: "Isn't it? There are so many beautiful women around you..."

"I do have a lot of women," Zhang Chen interrupted her, "but I really like every one of them. Including Annabelle."

"What kind of explanation is this?"

"You don't need to understand," Zhang Chen began to untie his belt, "You just need to know that I will protect her."

Warm water streamed down from the sky, hitting Zhang Chen's muscular body. The water droplets slid down his muscle lines, shining golden in the sunset.

A'man turned away, but her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. She finally understood why so many women were attracted to him.

It's not just his looks, but his strong and open temperament. He never hides his feelings, nor does he feel guilty about it.

"Damn it," A'man cursed in his mind, "Why did I start to have crazy thoughts?"

Zhang Chen seemed to see through her thoughts, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Guard the door, don't let anyone in."

Aman runs away with a red face.

In the distance, Joanna's resentful eyes were staring at this side.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the camp as the night gradually deepened.

Late at night, the moonlight is like water.

Qiao Na was patrolling the stream with her supernatural powers when suddenly her slender fingers trembled. A faint smell of blood wafted through the clear stream water.

"not good!"

She didn't care about her image, and ran to Zhang Chen's tent with her skirt lifted up. Her long silver hair fluttered in the moonlight, like a flowing moonlight.

"Chief!" She lifted the curtain and saw Zhang Chen changing clothes.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Chen's bronze skin glowed charmingly. As he was about to put on his clothes, his strong chest and tight abdominal muscles were clearly visible.

Qiao Na blushed immediately and lowered her head in panic. Her eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and her fair cheeks were stained with red, adding a bit of charm.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Chen put on his clothes calmly.

"I...I smelled blood in the stream," Jonah said, trying to calm her heartbeat. "Based on the concentration of the water, there may have been a large-scale battle upstream."

Zhang Chen's eyes shone: "How far?"

"About five miles," Jonah said, "the blood smells fresh."

"Xiao Xiangxiang!" Zhang Chen called out in a deep voice.

There were brisk footsteps outside the tent. A petite girl with twin ponytails ran in. She was wearing a brown short dress and had a childish look on her face.