After Being Forced To Raise a Crazy Milk Dog, I Am So Fragrant

"I'm not interested in your mission."

Even the end of the world has nothing to do with him.

Andre leaned against the back of the tree, looking at the figure of the woman who often appeared in his dreams in front of him.

Look distant.

It seems to be recalling something beautiful.

Even the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

"As far as I know, you have nothing to do with Dr. Cen."

Puzo, who is also a man, naturally understood that look.

It is naked coveting and possession.

But it was well hidden by him under his obedient appearance.

"That can only show that the commander's intelligence network is too backward."

Andre straightened up, patted the fallen leaves off his shoulders with his index finger, and continued,

"Since you dragged her into this mission, you have to be responsible to the end."

"Of course, you don't need to remind me of this."

Recalling the situation when Cen Qing was besieged by zombies just now, Pu Zuo frowned tightly.

At that time, he was too busy dealing with the rushing zombies to take care of himself.

Really ignored her.

After the two men looked at each other, they understood each other.

He quietly returned to the team, as if nothing had happened.

Cen Qing and Jin Siwen walked in the middle of the team, and they had a common topic because of Arkham.

"Hey, why did I just hear the commander call my name?"

Jin Siwen turned his head, but the only crows could be heard from the woods behind him.

"Andre seems to be gone too, could these two be..."

Thinking of where they were, the corners of King Siwen's mouth curved even more.

She hooked Gou Cenqing's shoulder skillfully, and she asked again,

"Guess if these two people will make small moves behind?"

"What little trick?"

Wilder, who didn't ask for cheap from Lukes, quickly joined the middle chat team.

"Tsk, why are you everywhere?"

"Women chat, men detour, thank you!"

Cen Qing and Jin Siwen sang together, leaving Wilder in a mess in the wind.

Wilder's face was full of black lines.

Is he so disgusting?

But didn't these two just meet? How come the relationship is so good?

The team remained vigilant and arrived at the place designated by Puzo after walking for half an hour.

It's a deserted church.

Even the statue of Jesus is dilapidated.

There are even a few bloody palm prints on the soles of its pure white statue.

It's not hard to see what's been going on here.

"Correction here for the time being, we will leave in three hours."

Puzo looked at the time on his watch and arranged for the team members to take turns to keep watch.

The first to be sent out was Wilder.

However, he was so frightened by the wave of cuties crawling out of the soil just now, he insisted on dragging Lukes to embolden him.

"If it's a man, go watch the night by yourself!"

What's the matter with picking his clothes?

"That... I can temporarily not be a man tonight."

Wilde recognized it quickly.

This place is all in the wilderness, and it is really unbearable for him to go out to watch the night alone.

Just when Lukes couldn't hold back his fiery temper, Puzo spoke,

"The rest time is relatively short, so let's go in groups of two first."

The main reason is that he really can't stand Wilder's stickiness anymore.

Are these people really world-class criminals?

Pu Zuo supported his forehead, but his eyes fell on Cen Qing who was sitting obediently on the long bench.

The girl's eyes were pure, and she stared at the statue in the center of the church without blinking.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on her shoulders, softening the whole time.

But in the next second, Cen Qing himself broke this beauty.

"This statue is really ugly."

No sense of art at all!

"Sincerity leads to spirit."

Pu Zuo raised his eyebrows and sat directly beside her.

Gently sniffing the unique fragrance emanating from the girl's body.

"I thought the commander was a staunch materialist, but I didn't expect to believe this."

Cen Qing turned his head and looked at the man beside him.

"It doesn't matter what you believe in, the important thing is that people must have a spiritual support to live on."

This pillar can be a god, or someone around you.

Puzo's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, like a melodious cello.

"Then what is the spiritual pillar for the commander to survive?"

Cen Qing was a little sleepy at the moment, so he followed Pu Zuo's words and asked.

I regretted it as soon as I asked.

This all involves people's privacy issues!

But Puzo didn't seem to mind, he shrugged and said seriously,

"I have no idea."

Cen Qing:? ? ?

As the male protagonist with a positive image in the book, shouldn't he sing praises of the great motherland at this time?

I don't know what the hell it is?

Author, do you know that your male protagonist has collapsed?

"Surprised?"

Puzo was amused by her half-confused and half-surprised look.

Can't help but want to rub the top of her hair, just like treating the rabbit he raised when he was a child.

"I thought you would say serve the people and build the country."

Cen Qing found a comfortable position and continued to nest.

As for Pu Zuo touching her forehead just now, she didn't care.

Anyway, she hasn't washed it for the first three days, so just touch it if you don't think it's dirty.

"I joined the army at the age of sixteen, so this is my tenth year."

Compared with Pu Zuo who wanted to have a late-night chat, Cen Qing missed the point here.

The hero is twenty-six now, but Lu Zhiyao is only eighteen this year.

Will the age difference be a little big?

Cen Qing was still struggling with the age of the two, but Pu Zuo said to himself,

"Father wants me to retire from the army and inherit the family business, but I don't want to go back. Perhaps dying on the battlefield is my best relief."

Cen Qing continued to maintain a question mark face.

Why do the hero and heroine in this book get 'depressed' at every turn?

Late at night emo, she was short of cutting Netease Cloud's playlist.

"Suddenly thought of a sentence in Dazai Osamu's "No Longer Human"."

Cen Qing's nonchalant words attracted Jin Siwen.

And she did a heartbreaking ten-level emo move.

"I'm sorry to be human."

"Not this one."

Kingsman:? ? ?

That's all she knows.

It's really the same as before, and she doesn't give her any face!

"Which sentence is that?"

Andre, who was leaning against the cold wall of the church, raised his eyes and asked with interest.

"The selling price is 39.8."

Cen Qing spit out these words silently, with a serious expression on his face.

Everyone present: ...

God fucking sells for 39.8.

"What kind of joke is this?"

Having grown so big, Jin Siwen has never seen such a playful one!

Why didn't she know that Cen Qing had so many tricks before?

Meeting the eyes of everyone, Cen Qing helplessly spread his hands,

"A touching story always has a price."

Thirty-nine and eight, this price is not expensive, the price of conscience.

Everyone was speechless again.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems quite reasonable.