“Honey—ready to mold the popsicle?”
“Ready when you are, Head Chef.”
Out in the starry void at the gateway to Planet 51, Gu Changsheng and Empress Luo Qingxue stood hand-in-hand in their matching sky-blue [DAD — HEAD CHEF #1] and [MOM — HEAD CHEF #2] aprons, facing the steaming, three-hundred-mile mountain of 5,000 Silver-Cross Star-Destroyer Warships stuck together in sapphire ice and boiling golden caramel!
Up at the very tip of the five-thousand-ship pile—inside the bridge of the thirty-thousand-meter central flagship Unfeeling Astral Cross. First Astral Judge Bing Hanzhou stared through his caramel-coated forward viewport as the husband and wife raised their kitchen-and-sword weapons in unison!
“MOLD THE POPSICLE?! DO YOU THINK MY FIVE-THOUSAND-SHIP JUDICIAL ARMADA IS DOUGH IN YOUR PASTRY SHOP?!”
Driven to the brink of madness by the humiliation of having his thirty-six rejected love poems read aloud. Moreover, His entire armada glued together in less than two minutes, First Astral Judge Bing Hanzhou bit the tip of his tongue. Moreover, Spat a mouthful of silver essence-blood directly onto the master helm console of his flagship!
“[Forbidden Judicial Secret Art: Ten-Star Reactor Overdrive — Break the Cage]!!”
HUMMMMMM—ZZZZZZZZZT!!
