I turned into a loli and didn't want to be discovered, so I had to become an assassin.

"This is?"

Han Yi only then noticed the abnormality in her body, but she couldn't be surprised, she quickly suppressed the desire to break through, and lifted the silver wu flashlight and rummaged frantically in the storage room to find something.

Luckily, luckily, she found what she was hoping to find.

Her cheeks, which were a little flushed due to the lack of oxygen before, could not suppress the movement of her hands in the slightest.

Disassemble, wear.

"Suck -

" "Whew~ came to life."

Each air filtration mask should logically be equipped with a special respirator, and Han Yi was originally prepared for the respirator to be damaged.

However, it may be that he has lingered in front of death too many times, and God is a little blind, resulting in no obvious big problem with the respirator.

Luck...?

Rather, it is more appropriate to give this credit to the security guards.

Judging from the documents outside, these items are regularly inspected and kept by the security guard, but if this security guard fishes every day to get a basic salary, Han Yi will not have such good luck.

So sometimes instead of lamenting your luck, think about whether someone has done a lot for you behind your back.

The world doesn't dictate who revolves around whom, it's just that everyone is trying to do their part.

Of course, Han Yi did not forget Xia Ning, and quickly put on an air filter mask for Xia Ning and checked it before he began to prepare for a self-breakthrough.

Well, that's right, Han Yi is not prepared to continue to suppress this impulse, even if there is a danger of realm instability, but to be honest, he should almost adapt to the response after so much in the ghost gate.

Of course, this is just Han Yi's own words to comfort herself, in the end, for Han Yi now, she has only one option to break through.

Is it necessarily safe here? Are the respirators all intact? Is the toxicity in the air stable enough not to suddenly surge? How long will Xia Ning's coma last?

Han Yi can't get a definite answer to these questions, so is it necessary to make another gamble with fate?

The previous gamble was because I didn't have enough ability at that time, and I didn't have extra options, but now what?

Now that she has another chance to seize her destiny, why not give it a try?

After all, human beings have unlimited potential to create infinite possibilities, a quality that any species admires.

Han Yi held his breath and sat down.

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the highest authority, conference room.

Many forces on the human side gathered together, and all of them present were the Emperor of the Big Dipper of one force.

White House Fang:

The leader of the White House, a bald old man with a slender beard on both sides, a middle hair two feet long and hanging down his waist, silver-white.

The white house uniform he wore was more inlaid on his shoulders than he wore, with the white uniform open to leave a black draped robe inside.

The neckline is slightly open, and the chest covered with flesh and bone inside can be clearly seen.

The long sleeves are slightly wider, the front hem is drooping, and the arms that are forced to be exposed due to gravity can also feel the obvious force.

Sitting in a seemingly casual posture does not show obvious flaws.

A young man was standing quietly behind the old man, and his handsome face was not very strange to the people of the world.

Because he is Ye Bai, who is known as the guardian god of mankind, and he is also the only quasi-god-level powerhouse in the world today.

Behind Ye Bai, there were two White House personnel, a man and a woman, standing five meters behind the old man.

Military Region Fang:

Wei Ming, commander-in-chief of the Military Region, is still expressionless, wearing a military uniform with epaulettes. Straighten your back and sit squarely. Five meters behind him, on both sides of the two positions stood a man and a woman, two men in military uniform.

Xuefu Fang:

An amiable-looking white-haired old man sat quietly in his seat, his posture was not very casual but not as fair as Wei Ming, the gaps in his eyes were almost absent, and he seemed to always maintain a dignified smile.

It seems that he is just an ordinary old man, but his rather noble white school uniform inadvertently brings his temperament to a new height.

Holy Moon Hall side:

Only three people came from the Holy Moon Messenger.

The thin old man sat quietly on the chair belonging to the representative of the Holy Moon Hall, whose name was March.

And directly behind the thin old man, there was also a distance of five meters, one left and one right stood two holy moon envoys, one man and one woman.

They are golden-eyed white-haired little Shota, September.

and Loli in a gothic dress in black and red, July.

As for the position that originally symbolized the first seat of the highest authority, it is still empty.

The conference room was guarded by heavy soldiers all around, and they even opened the silver weapon box in advance, and all kinds of silver weapons were held tightly by them in their hands, in order to deal with the first moment when the unexpected might appear.

These people are uniformly dressed, disciplined, and have a solid breath, hidden and hidden.

It seems that they are just some small miscellaneous soldiers who can wear silver weapons, but in fact, the average strength of these people is around the mad level.

However, the most important seat is still unoccupied, and that seat symbolizes the supreme status of the supreme leader of the Xia Kingdom.

The atmosphere was slightly thick, and everyone did not say a word, waiting for the arrival of the figure.

There was no obvious impatience on their faces, quite simply, because it was not yet the real meeting time, they had just arrived early.

Time passed by minute by minute, but fortunately, there was no such discriminatory behavior as herding pigeons.

Thirty seconds earlier, the door to the conference room was gently opened, and two women entered first, and then stood on either side behind the door, bowing slightly.

The white-haired woman wore monocle with low bangs left and right high, and another black-haired woman had no decorations on her face, her bangs were high left and right low.

Except for their hair, the faces and figures of the two women were almost identical, as if they were carved out of a mold.

As they bowed, a Mediterranean brunette man paced with a girl.

When everyone in the conference room saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but frown slightly, but they couldn't talk until they were fully seated.

The little girl's expression was a little trembling, after all, it was the first time she had seen such a scene, so she had to hold Elder Ming's slightly rough palm tightly and walk forward step by step.

Under everyone's gaze, Elder Ming slowly walked to the only empty table.

Then the ghost and candlelight appeared like ghosts on both sides of the back of the empty table.

Sensing the placement of the two of them, Elder Ming was ready to instruct the little girl to take a seat.

But at this time, there was an untimely interruption, no, rather, just in time.

"Wait, Elder Ming, what does this mean, Chief? Such an important meeting, let a little girl come to participate... Isn't that a bit unpleasant? The

old man in the white house slowly spoke, what he said at this moment was actually the inner thoughts of everyone.

There is one thing to say, indeed.

The highest level combat meeting, what does it mean to let his little granddaughter come over? Don't you show up?

Elder Ming knew that he did not need to open his mouth at this time, and now all the explanations were left to the shadows to solve, as long as he completely acted as a tool person was the best choice.

As expected, Yuying's ethereal voice followed:

"The chief is carrying out the key plan, it is not convenient to come forward, and the voting power of the chief of this meeting is fully responsible for me, he has informed me of the key ideas, believe that the ghost will never make a mistake."

"Hmm..."

the old man in the white room was silent, although he had almost expected the final result of this meeting, but he would still say that it was a matter of formality.

Originally, he just wanted to listen to a casual explanation, but now... He seems more interested in the key plan that Shadowy deliberately revealed.