The popularity of the live broadcast room on Xingwang has skyrocketed, but on this desolate and backward planet, the fanatical females are crowded on the dilapidated road.
"That's how you treat a Grade A male."
The pale-faced female worm still had scars that went deep into the flesh, but he had no time to take care of his pain, and asked, "Jian Shu was already injured, but you didn't take good care of him, if something happened to him... "
Opposite him is the chubby dean.
The Dean had a kind face, he was still in his prime, always had a healthy flush on his face, and looked like a comically lovable mascot.
But at this time, all the blush on his face faded, and his facial features were tightened together because of fear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said repeatedly, his hand holding the handkerchief still trembling, shaking the cold sweat that was oozing from his face, "This is the negligence of our hospital, and we will not evade this responsibility. Yes, the female who was in charge of taking care of Mr. Song at that time was new, and I didn't quite know the rules here—"
Wenger's stern gaze swept across the faces of all the females present.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time and climbed all the way with solid military exploits. If he didn't deliberately restrain himself, even ordinary females would feel uncomfortable.
What's more, there are more weak female nurses here.
The coercion from the military female caused all the female females in the room to lower their heads unbearably when they looked at him.
And one of the Asian females, with an unusually pale face, was standing in the corner, tears of fear pouring out of her eyes, and she stammered: "I-I don't know why, but I suddenly felt sleepy... After waking up, Mr. Song said gone..."
This is Song Jianshu's forte.
To hypnotize others through the induction of mental power, the female female, who is extremely fragile in both mental and physical power, is even more unable to resist.
Wenger gave him a cold look: "If there is something wrong with Jianshu, you will not be able to pay for ten lives."
After speaking, he turned around and strode away, leaving the females in the room looking at each other.
Wenger just woke up from a coma and looked pale, but the inside was still dilapidated and needed a good rest.
But no one dared to stop him at this time.
Wenger walked straight to the underground parking lot.
After he formed a contract with Song Jianshu, his spiritual power was also linked. Although it was not as close as the blood contract like the female monarch, it was enough for him to perceive Song Jianshu's direction.
Perception told him that Song Jianshu was very safe now.
But he was still terrified, what if he didn't wake up in time? What if Song Jianshu was in danger
He quickened his pace, and when he entered the parking lot, he heard that familiar voice in the distance.
"Song Jianshu, you put it so nicely, what did you do after you married Wenger?"
Song Jianshu raised his head, his pure black eyes flashed a warm and firm light: "I will not deprive him of his military rank, his dream is to become a military female, how can I stop him from realizing his dream? Even... "
"Even if it would damage my reputation, I would not hesitate to do so."
The camera accurately captured the scene and gave him a close-up.
Song Jianshu looked so kind and pure, every audience who saw this scene couldn't help being deeply moved.
[Mom... Is there really such a female insect in the world? Is he an angel? 】
[Woooooo, I really want to cry, if only my hero could do this too]
Song Jianshu maintained a warm and sympathetic look and stretched out his hand towards Ling, "Ling, I'm sorry I haven't explained it to you, please forgive my self-will, if you want to accuse me of my behavior - it will make you ashamed together after marriage - I can't argue with that either."
Song Jianshu lowered his head, showing a depressed and vulnerable expression.
Whenever he showed this expression, Ling always became very gentle.
Even if he was awkward, Ling would forgive him for no reason.
It should be said that all female insects could not refuse such a Song Jianshu, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was densely brushed over a large area.
【quick! ! Hold him now! ! I order you to hug him! ! 】
【Legion Commander! ! You can't be so cruel! 】
…
Ling looked at Song Jianshu blankly, the other party lowered his head in frustration, his smooth black hair seemed to have lost its radiance.
so boring.
Whenever Song Jianshu was depressed, Ling felt that the softest part of his heart was stabbed severely.
He was used to enduring physical pain, but never knew how to resist inner pain.
No matter how busy he was at the time, he would put down all his work and clumsily tried to make Song Jianshu happy.
For example, driving a starship to travel three galaxies, just to buy a pet that Song Jianshu mentioned in the morning.
- But now, looking at Song Jianshu like this, Ling was a little surprised to find that his heart was so calm.
No, it can't be regarded as completely calm. In the calm mind, there is a faint boredom that is gradually rising. The black hair that he liked most in the past has now become a part of him that is not pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, Ling felt a slight force and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
Looking down, the black-haired and green-eyed male stared at him fiercely, threatening: "You are already my female monarch."
But Ling's eyes moved to the other side's curly black hair involuntarily.
When he went out in the morning, he remembered the male standing in front of the mirror, holding a box of hair wax, and fighting his hair angrily for more than half an hour—poof.
I want to touch it.
"Am I talking to you?! Did you hear me!"
"I understand, lord."
Ling clenched his fist, put it on his mouth and coughed softly, which concealed his smile.
… Well, it doesn't seem like he hates black hair.
He just doesn't like Song Jianshu right now.
When Ling looked at Song Jianshu, the smile on his face disappeared and became so cold.
"Song Jianshu, stop pretending."
He lost his patience and no longer wanted to entangle with Song Jianshu: "What's the difference between what you do and Lu Mo?"
Song Jianshu's eyes widened: "You, you compare me with him?"
To compare him with such a lowly male worm! He is a Grade A male!
"Why do you think so?" Ling sneered: "How do you match Lu Mobi?" "Have you forgotten? Wenger belongs to my army. You keep saying that you can't stop him, but you What did you do?"
Song Jianshu opened her mouth: "I—"
"—You," Ling interrupted him, "you didn't make a blood pact with him, which caused his rank to stay at A rank."
Song Jianshu argued: "But he didn't even reach A-level..."
Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "So he has to be grateful to you? Thank you, a B-rank male, for forming a bond with him, and finally let him, after the precious transformation period, only increase his level, which should have risen sharply? "
Song Jianshu was speechless: "No, no..."
"Stop, I won't tell you this, one of you is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, what does it have to do with me?"
Ling smiled and looked at Song Jianshu, but there was no smile in her bright red eyes, and her tone was very soft: "You said that Lu Mo regarded me as a tool to make money, then dear Song Jianshu, Mr. Song."
"How do I remember that the salary paid to Wenger every month by the military has all gone into your account?"
Song Jianshu couldn't help but take a step back.
Ling's face was his usual smile, but for some reason he felt a chill on his back. For the first time, he discovered that the silver-haired female worm, who used to be unassuming, was actually so tall.
He said indifferently: "That's what Wenger insisted..."
Ling tilted his head: "Oh? Voluntary?"
It seemed that he had found a reason, and Song Jianshu had some confidence. He looked at Ling's face and couldn't help but look crazy.
He knew that Ling was good-looking, but he never knew that Ling was so good-looking.
Like a wild, untamed, and extremely dangerous leopard, but as long as he wants to, this leopard will obediently lie down in front of him, revealing its soft belly...
Just thinking about it makes me tremble.
Song Jianshu couldn't help but stepped forward and said softly, "Yeah, he did it voluntarily, just like the car you gave me, you also did it at the time, didn't you?"
"… "
Ling narrowed his eyes, and an unprecedented storm was brewing in his red eyes.
But his expression softened, and he said word by word, his voice swaying as if whispering in the ear of a lover: "It is true."
Song Jianshu looked at him indifferently: "Yes."
The way Ling looked at Song Jianshu was no different from looking at a dead man.
…
Wenger, who had a panoramic view of this scene, was already heartbroken.
He used to follow the legion commander on an expedition, and he was all too familiar with Ling's eyes.
When he saw it for the first time, Ling had slaughtered 30,000 alien beasts by himself.
The second time I saw it, it was five years later, Ling was covered in blood from the night and passed Wenger.
The next day the news reported that three generals in the military had been assassinated.
And now, for the third time.
At this moment, Wenger clearly saw Ling's hand holding the knife handle around his waist.
"don't want!!!"
Wenger never imagined that he could have such agile speed. In a flash of lightning, he pulled out his dagger and threw it towards Ling—
But even so, it was doomed to be too late.
Wenger watched in despair as his dagger brushed past Ling and was firmly nailed to one side of the body.
Song Jianshu was dead.
The sharp long knife was like a broken bamboo, and with Lingling's killing intent, it drew a white shadow in the air.
"when!!!"
The long knife split the gem on Song Jianshu's collar, and the gem shattered into ashes with great force, but the blade stopped precisely at Song Jianshu's neck, and there was no trace of blood.
Wenger lost the strength to support and slowly sat down on his knees.
He was sure that Ling wanted to kill Song Jianshu, but for some reason, he changed his mind at the last moment.
This is almost impossible, even Song Jianshu can't change the nature of the army commander.
He looked at the silver-haired female, panting in fear.
What did you think about at that moment
"You should be fortunate, I now have a strong sense of self-management." Ling retracted the knife from the scabbard, "I'm not as impulsive as before."
Only then did Song Jianshu understand that he almost lost his soul to the West.
Shaking like a sieve, he slid down against the wall and sat down.
Ling looked down at him, his voice soft: "But I advise you, don't provoke me in the future, I'm not so restrained every time."
…
Lu Mo stared at everything in front of him in a stunned manner.
So many things happened in this short moment, he could hardly react.
It seems that his face is too bad, the moment Ling saw him, a trace of annoyance slipped on his face: "Master..."
"Don't be afraid, I just... accidentally... "
"Did I scare you?"
There was a dim light in the red eyes.
If I knew it earlier, I should be more careful. There are obviously more subtle ways to make Song Jianshu disappear without a trace.
"Master, I-"
"My car!!"
Lu Mo couldn't bear it any longer, hugged his old buddy, and shouted heartily, "My car ah ah ah!!"
The razor-sharp daggers were driven into the car body, all of them submerged, and scars like spider webs cracked.
Ling: "…"
Wenger: "..."
Song Jianshu: "..."
Lu Mo wanted to cry out loud!
The gate is on fire!
Affected pond fish ah!
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