The development of things really went in the direction Ling Mo expected, but even Ling Mo didn't expect that the f group, which has been in a state of scattered sand, was actually quite efficient in such a major event...
To sum up, within a few days, they completed three things: First, through group fights, they selected several members with good strength and character, formed a decision-making team, and named it "The Presbyterian Church" .
The second is to officially change the name of the twister base to the F regiment. When seeing the approval of all the members, Lucy's expression was quite tangled for a while.
The first time I heard the word "f regiment", it should be when I first contacted Ling Mo, right? At that time, she never thought that such an irresponsible abbreviation that Ling Mo casually said would become their official name later.
But what can I do without changing it? The Falcons now call them the F regiment, and the result is the same whether they change it or not...
In addition, in the matter of changing the name, it is not the ordinary members who are most active, but the Presbyterian Church.
They even started planning to make their own black robes as uniforms, and fire forks as weapons or something...
However, as soon as this plan was proposed, it was rejected by President Lucy with one sentence: "Wear a robe to fight zombies? You are kidding me!"
"Besides... Don't be influenced by Ling Mo, okay! There are all zombies outside, and you guys are not strong enough, so you are so embarrassed to put on such a relaxed expression! Put away the smiles for me, be serious! Seriously! A little bit! A little bit harder! Alas, that’s right, this is a normal person…”
The elders burst into tears. No power, no human rights. It's a crime to laugh...
But what they don't know is. After saying these words, looking at the mournful companions, Lucy, who had been tensed all the time, slightly curved the corners of her mouth.
"These people have also learned to joke and have fun... Forget it, it's better than being perverted in despair. That Ling Mo can really influence people... "
As for the third thing. They hired Ling Mo as their honorary head, and this decision was passed unanimously.
After all, no matter what aspect they consider, pulling Ling Mo onto their pirate ship is beneficial and harmless to them.
Ling Mo's scenery, they followed behind to soak up the light;
Ling Mo is unlucky...
To be honest, no one thought Ling Mo would be unlucky.
He is already very strong by himself, not to mention the three girls by his side.
The four of them together are not naive addition, but crazy multiplication!
such a combination. What's the bad luck
So after the internal vote on this matter was passed, a group of members of the F group pushed Lucy out.
"President. Be sure to take down Ling Mo!"
"Get him!"
"Would you like to add a little more majesty to a dress?... Well if I didn't say that."
…
A few minutes later, a gloomy Lucy knocked on Ling Mo's door.
Ling Mo has been staying in the house for the past few days and doesn't seem to care about the affairs of the F regiment at all, but it is precisely because of this attitude that it has promoted the trust of the F regiment members in him.
What they need is a backer, not another leader. Ling Mo is unwilling to intervene in the affairs of the f group? It couldn't be better!
Even Lucy felt that Ling Mo was very cooperative. It seemed that he knew the situation very well...
Lucy took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and even squeezed out a smile: "Be warm, be friendly..."
However, the moment the door opened, Lucy, who was talking to herself, immediately opened her mouth, and a few seconds later, she scolded angrily: "You've been doing this for the past few days?!"
Ling Mo in front of him seemed to be full of energy, but he was betrayed mercilessly by the movement of holding the lower back with one hand and the door with the other.
Not to mention the messy hair and messy clothes, even if Lucy's selective blindness ignores these, the hickey on his neck is too obvious.
With that density, it is estimated that there is no place to talk in a short time...
"What?" Ling Mo grabbed a handful of hair and asked back.
Lucy was silent for a while.
The two looked at each other for a while, and then Lucy said slowly, "I have business to look for you."
"Uh... say it here?" Ling Mo quietly pulled the door and blocked Lucy's sight with his body.
"Is it too late! I have already seen those long legs on the bed! What's more... that mixed-race girl from your family is waving at me while wrapped in a sheet!"
Lucy rolled her eyes, ignoring Li Yalin who was waving at her, and the figure who suddenly jumped out and dragged Li Yalin back, and turned to Ling Mo and said, "Let's talk about it here. This matter is for us. It's very important, and it's a big decision for us..."
Lucy tried to be serious, and even said a few scenes.
But as soon as she saw the hickey on Ling Mo's neck, she lost interest...
"Forget it... Long story short. We all want you to be our honorary head, what do you think?" Lucy asked weakly.
Ling Mo tilted his body, touched his chin with the hand leaning against the door frame, and said, "In order to strengthen the relationship with Yu Wenxuan?"
"Yeah." Lucy nodded.
"Hope you can get more first-hand information from me?" Ling Mo asked again.
"To be precise, I hope to synchronize with Falcon's harvest in this regard. You must have informed Yuwenxuan about the new zombies, right?" Lucy said bluntly.
Ling Mo nodded: "Yes."
"You are a big tree, we want to rely on you to enjoy the shade, it's that simple." Lucy said.
"Well..." Ling Mo slowly rubbed his chin, and suddenly showed a weird smile, "What about you? What can you give me? The big tree lets you enjoy the shade, and you don't give back any nutrients?"
"Be specific." Lucy's expression was not surprising. From what she knew about Ling Mo, she had long known that it was impossible to take advantage of him for free. Without enough price, how could it be possible to invite him
And this guy's talent in blackmailing is simply innate. His asking price has always been kept within a maddening range, which will not exceed the opponent's tolerance, but can make The opponent's flesh hurts.
Thinking of this, it is a miracle that he is willing to accompany Lucy back to the TV station for free...
Although she knew that Ling Mo must have some plans, Lucy couldn't help but feel a little itchy...
Will it be for her? can you
This idea kept looping in Lucy's mind, and once more, she believed it herself...
But seeing Ling Mo hiding in the room and playing these shameless games with those girls, Lucy's heart was suddenly blocked.
Are you thinking too much
Looking at Ling Mo's treacherous expression of calculating the price, and at the bruises on his neck, Lucy suddenly groaned and kicked him.
"oops!"
"Hmph! Come back and tell me after thinking about it!" Lucy glared at Ling Mo viciously, bit her lip again, waved her hand at last, and walked away angrily.
"Hey! Why are you attacking me!" Ling Mo hugged his knees and shouted from behind.
But seeing Lucy's back disappearing around the corner, Ling Mo was stunned for a moment.
This woman is a little weird today...
"Huh? She's not wearing a leather jacket... Skinny jeans and vintage leather boots... This match is quite suitable for her, rock style..." Ling Mo muttered to himself, then hugged his knees and wailed, "Girl, I I'm injured, come and help me heal... Don't run! Don't worry, I won't do anything to you!"
"Huh..."
Lucy, who was leaning on the corner, took a deep breath and listened to Ling Mo's shout from the corridor and the sound of the door closing.
The surroundings suddenly returned to silence, but Lucy couldn't calm down.
"This man, he really has a way of making people angry..."
Lucy tugged at the corner of her clothes and turned the leather cord on her hand.
There was a small cross hanging from the rope, the only thing Lucy had brought out of the house.
"Yeah... the only..."
Lucy was at a loss. She had realized that her feelings for Ling Mo had grown to a point that she could not control herself...
"But… "
Lucy touched the cross and let out another breath: "Lulu, calm down, calm down..."