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Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 723

Chapter 723: Chapter 719: He Played One Last Trick Before His Death

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Yan Jinsu truly couldn’t hold back her tears of emotion. After being toyed with by Heavenly Dao, she had never dwelled on romantic affections, but now, coaxed by her husband, sweetness and warmth filled her heart, along with a surge of sorrow and grief.

"Silly girl, stop crying. At this rate, even I’ll want to cry." Xie Jingchen kissed away the tears on her face, his heart pounding, and he cooed in a low, tender voice:

"A crying black bear must look very unattractive."

Xie Jingchen was also feeling deeply distressed over Tao Nu’s sacrifice. This unusual creature had helped him many times and was a good demon.

"Pfft—Who compares themselves to a black bear!" Yan Jinsu dodged her husband’s kisses, muttering softly and complaining: "It’s dirty~"

"Then, my wife, stop crying. Your tears are breaking my heart." Xie Jingchen frowned, expressing his pain.

He truly couldn’t bear to see his beloved wife in tears, feeling heartache and conflict.

"I can’t help it!" Yan Jinsu said with a laugh through her tears, playfully slapping her husband on the shoulder, her annoyance intertwined with affection.

"Wife, take a deep breath!" Xie Jingchen ordered.

Since it had come to this, she would listen to him. He worried that if his little wife cried too much, the swelling in her large belly could cause pain.

"Ah, yeah..." Yan Jinsu obediently took a deep breath and, following the command to "exhale slowly," she gradually released her breath. As her husband wiped her face clean with a wet towel, she took a few deep breaths, and finally, the wetness in her eyes subsided.

Only then did Xie Jingchen embrace his little wife, continuing to kiss her cheeks without saying a word. If not for his wife’s special condition, he would have wished to pull her into his embrace at that moment—

Stop, he can’t think about this any longer! Xie Jingchen took a deep, rough breath, suppressing various thoughts in his heart. Remembering his wife’s earlier words to distract himself, he embraced his little wife and asked softly:

"Wife, you mentioned earlier that you know who Dr. Xiong is?"

The husband’s change of topic was so abrupt; they were not a newly married couple, and they were embracing tightly, so Yan Jinsu had long noticed the state of her husband’s body.

She glared at him reproachfully, then spat out three words: "Wu Xuming. His alias in Country H is ’Wu Qixiong,’ and within the Yamada Group in Country H, he has always been known as ’Dr. Xiong.’"

"So it’s him. Indeed, the conditions he showed publicly match the profile of ’Dr. Xiong’; it’s just that we never considered that the Wu Family would betray our country—this habit of not seeing the obvious trait right under our noses is unacceptable!"

"You can’t blame yourself. His family hid it too well. The Wu Family has always been involved in special biological research, and later on, they sent Wu Xuming to Country H, probably establishing a connection with the organization through him. Judging by those red-eyed animals we’ve seen so far, Wu Xuming’s research must have made some progress."

"This explains why the Shantian Organization is so hell-bent on obtaining that ’Woodworm’! For their unethical ambitions, they have sacrificed so many innocent lives." Including those poor animals that were unwittingly beguiled.

Xie Jingchen said this, his heart feeling incredibly heavy. He shed blood on the battlefield to protect his countrymen, yet his countrymen stabbed him in the back—

"Husband, I think their experiments might have already shifted to human subjects! Thinking back now, doesn’t Zhou Yizhou’s reaction resemble the precursor to those controlled animals?"

Xie Jingchen’s brows knitted together, "That’s hard to say. Or maybe, that drug... was it left behind by Wang Zhenzhen?"

Chapter 723 - 719: He Played One Last Trick Before His Death 1

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