The Crazed Little Darling: Pampered by the Possesive Commander! Chapter 141: You Are the Insect Race

"Vice Wang." Su Ruan found Vice Wang and asked directly, "Where’s Commander Lu?"

Vice Wang could not reveal the discovery of the Insect Race on Muhe Star, so he could only respond, "Commander’s Wife, the Commander has gone on a mission."

"What mission?" Su Ruan pressed further, the bad premonition in her heart growing stronger.

"Sorry." Vice Wang saluted with firm conviction, "I can’t disclose that."

Su Ruan pursed her lips, "Is there danger?"

Vice Wang hesitated.

The Insect Race is very dangerous, but with Commander Lu’s strength, even if they were discovered, he would surely be able to eradicate them.

"No!" he replied, but Su Ruan had already seen his hesitation.

She took a step forward, a cold gleam in her eyes, her pure black pupils seemingly without any ripple, showing no emotion, "Really?"

Though it was just a simple word, it made Vice Wang feel an oppression only seen from Commander Lu.

Vice Wang was slightly stunned, his gaze towards Su Ruan carrying a touch of surprise.

Seeing his silence, Su Ruan guessed the answer.

"There is danger, isn’t there?" she lowered her voice, just enough for Vice Wang to hear.

"No." Vice Wang responded firmly, as if confirming himself, yet also seeking so sort of safety, "The Commander will not be in danger."

Su Ruan stared at Vice Wang, the chilling sensation from earlier still lingered in her heart, causing a foreboding in her mind.

"Is it truly safe, or is it rely your certainty of safety?" she pressed, her delicate face carrying a cold intensity.

Vice Wang remained silent.

Su Ruan already knew the answer.

"He went to the competition venue, didn’t he?" Su Ruan’s mind raced.

The warship that brought them remained outside Muhe Star; Lu Shinian certainly wouldn’t go to another planet for the mission.

Muhe Star is so small, aside from their encampnt, it’s just the native people. No matter where the natives are, it’s less than two kiloters away. If sothing happened there, Lu Shinian wouldn’t go alone.

The judges from the other three great armies are still here; only Lu Shinian went for a mission, which is abnormal.

Given the circumstances for Lu Shinian to act alone, Su Ruan could only think of one possibility.

"It’s the Insect Race?" she asked, her voice suppressed to a re whisper.

Seeing Su Ruan had guessed it, Vice Wang slightly lowered his head, acknowledging.

With the confird answer, Su Ruan’s pupils contracted slightly.

The Insect Race... It really is the Insect Race.

The mories of being bitten by the Insect Race in the previous life surged back, pain seeming to spread in her bones, turning Su Ruan pale.

"I need to find him." Su Ruan lowered her voice, yet her tone was firm.

Vice Wang was shocked, hurriedly stopping her, "No, Commander’s Wife, you can’t go in."

Su Ruan knew that Vice Wang wouldn’t allow her inside.

She nodded slightly in response, "If he returns, be sure to tell ."

Vice Wang felt relieved, quickly responding, "Alright, Commander’s Wife, you should rest now."

Su Ruan turned and walked into the camp, soon disappearing from sight.

Once Vice Wang saw her return, he busied himself with other tasks.

However, little did he know, shortly after he left, Su Ruan quietly slipped out of the camp and, without anyone noticing, snuck into the competition venue.

The live broadcast only shows footage of the Four Great Armies’ mbers, even if nano caras capture other areas, it won’t be broadcasted.

So as long as Su Ruan avoids the competitors, she won’t be noticed.

As she moved further into the venue, the feeling of being watched intensified.

She pursed her lips tightly, glancing at the Light Brain on her left wrist.

The Light Brain was afraid the signals were blocked across Muhe Star, so communication could only be done with a special device.

She couldn’t contact Lu Shinian now.

She didn’t know where he was.

After walking for about ten minutes, Su Ruan suddenly saw soone lying on the ground, and that person’s face seed sowhat familiar.

The person slightly turned his head and saw her too.

Su Ruan froze and didn’t go over.

She recognized the person as Zhao Yujie, the senior cha designer who gave her an odd feeling of incongruity.

"Divine." Zhao Yujie suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, like it was difficult to speak.

Su Ruan took a step back, planning to avoid Zhao Yujie.

She didn’t want to appear on the live broadcast, if others saw her, they would surely be suspicious.

Her hand inside her pocket lightly tapped the forehead of the Illusion Insect within.

Little White seed to have received so signal, invisible ripples spread, a montary change in the scene, but upon close inspection, it appeared nothing had happened.

In the live broadcast split into many small fras at this ti, Zhao Yujie’s screen seed to montarily freeze.

To the audience, Zhao Yujie seed continuously motionless, lying stiffly on the ground pretending to be a corpse, enticing mbers of other armies.

But in reality, on the venue, Zhao Yujie had already stood up.

His movents were stiff, shuffling towards Su Ruan.

"Stop." Su Ruan exclaid coldly.

But Zhao Yujie seed not to hear her, uttering strange sounds.

"Divine."

He repeatedly muttered that word, his eyes unfocused, fixated on Su Ruan with an intense, almost deranged fervor.

Su Ruan frowned, feeling that Zhao Yujie scarcely resembled a living person, more like soone possessed.

Possession...

A flash of insight crossed her mind, she seed to understand sothing, her gaze narrowed.

"You’re Insect Race."

The assured tone didn’t halt Zhao Yujie’s steps.

But those words seed to touch so chord within him as Zhao Yujie laughed foolishly.

"Divine."

He muttered, his expression sullen, yet carrying an extre fervency.

Su Ruan lacks direct experience confronting the Insect Race; her knowledge cos solely from textbooks, but nowhere in textbooks does it ntion humanoid or body-possessing Insect Race.

She’s unsure if this is a new type of Insect Race.

If so, how formidable is this new type?

Su Ruan’s heart races, her throat feels dry.

The heightened ntal focus involuntarily activated her spiritual power; the intangible tendrils of spiritual power reached towards Zhao Yujie.

At that mont, a figure descended from the skies.