After Transmigrating Into a Villain Cannon Fodder Male Zerg

Chapter 9:

The live broadcast room on Starnet was soaring to the sky, but on this barren and backward planet, fanatical females were crowded on the dilapidated road. They didn't know that the males of their hearts had already secretly left the hospital.

"That's how you treat an A-class male."

The pale female still has scars deep into the flesh, but he has no time to take care of his pain. He cross-examines: "Jian Shu was injured in the first place, but you didn't take care of him. If something happens to him... "

Opposite him is the fat and white dean.

The dean gave birth to a kind face. He is still in his prime of life. He always has a healthy blush on his face, looking like a funny and amiable mascot.

But at this time, the blush on his face disappeared, and his five senses were tightened together because of panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said repeatedly, the hand holding the handkerchief trembling constantly, and tremblingly wiped the cold sweat that oozes 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 was a newcomer, and I still don’t know the rules here—"

Wenger's stern gaze flicked across the faces of all the females present.

He has been on the battlefield for a long time, relying on solid military skills to climb all the way, if he does not deliberately constrain, even the ordinary females will feel uncomfortable.

What's more, there are more weak sub-female nurses here.

The coercion from the military female caused all the female females in the room to lower their heads unbearably at the moment they met him.

And one of the sub-females with an unusually pale face stood still in the corner, tears of fear came from her eyes, and stammered: "I, I don't know why, I suddenly wanted to sleep...Mr. Song just woke up. Gone..."

This is what Song Jianshu is good at.

Hypnotize others through the inducement of mental power, regardless of whether it is the sub-female who is particularly weak in mental power or physical power, it is even more unable to resist.

Wenger glanced at him coldly: "If there is something wrong with the Jianshu, you will have ten lives that are not enough to pay."

After speaking, he turned and strode away, leaving the female in a room staring at each other.

Wenger had just woke up from a coma, looking pale, but 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 concluded the bond with Song Jianshu, his spiritual power was also linked. Although it was not as close as the blood bond of the female monarch, it was enough for him to perceive the direction of Song Jianshu.

Perception told him that Song Jianshu is now very safe.

But he was still scared, what if he didn't wake up in time? What if Song Jianshu is in danger?

He quickened his pace, and when he entered the parking lot, he heard the familiar voice from a distance.

"Song Jianshu, you said so nicely, what did you do after marrying Wenger?"

Song Jianshu raised his head, his pure black eyes flashed with warm and firm light: "I will not deprive him of his military rank. His dream is to become a military woman. How can I stop him from realizing his dream? Even..."

"Even if this will damage my reputation, I will not hesitate."

The camera accurately captured this scene and gave him a close-up.

Song Jianshu looks so kind and pure that every viewer who saw this scene couldn't help being deeply moved by it.

[Mom...Is there really such a female in the world? He is an angel! 】

[Oh, I really want to cry, if only my lord could do this too]

Song Jianshu kept warm and compassionate eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Ling, "Ling, I'm sorry that I haven't explained to you, please forgive my waywardness, if you want to accuse me of my behavior — it will put you to shame after marriage — I cannot refute it either."

Song Jianshu lowered his head, showing a frustrated and fragile 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 females could not refuse such Song Jianshu, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was densely swept past.

【quick! Hug him! I order you to hug him! 】

[Leader! You can't be so cruel! 】

…

Ling looked at Song Jianshu blankly, the other party lowered his head because of frustration, and the soft black hair seemed to lose its light.

so boring.

When Song Jianshu was depressed, Ling would feel that the softest part of his heart was severely stabbed.

He is used to enduring physical pain, but never knows how to resist inner pain.

No matter how busy he was at the time, he would put down all his work and awkwardly tried to make Song Jianshu happy.

For example, driving a starship across three galaxies just to buy a pet mentioned in the morning by Song Jianshu.

-But now looking at such Song Jianshu, Ling is a little surprised to find that his heart is so calm.

No, it can't be completely calm. In the calm mind, a faint boredom is gradually rising. His favorite black hair in the past has now become a part of his dislike.

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 and threatened: "You are already my female."

But Ling's eyes moved involuntarily to the other's curly black hair.

When he went out in the morning, he remembered that the male was 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 really want to touch it.

"Am I talking to you?! Did you hear that!"

"I understand, lord."

Ling clenched his fist, coughed softly on his mouth, and then concealed his smile.

...Well, it seems he doesn't hate black hair.

He just read Song Jianshu not pleasing to his eyes now.

When Ling looked at Song Jianshu, the smile on his face disappeared and became so cold.

"Song Jianshu, don't pretend it."

He lost his patience and no longer wanted to entangle with Song Jianshu: "What is the difference between what you did and Lu Mo?"

Song Jianshu's eyes widened: "You, do you compare me with him?"

Actually compare him with such a low-level male! He is an A-level male!

"Why do you think this way?" Ling Chi laughed: "How do you match Lu Mo?"

"Have you forgotten? Wenger belongs to my legion. You keep saying that you can't stop him, but what have you done?"

Song Jianshu opened his mouth: "I—"

"—You," Ling interrupted him, "You didn't form a blood contract with him, which caused his level to stay at A level."

Song Jianshu argued: "But he didn't even reach the A grade..."

Ling raised his eyebrows and said: "So he still appreciates you? Thank you for a B-grade male who has made a bond with him. After the precious transformation period, his level that should have been soared, only a little higher? "

Song Jianshu gaped: "No, it's not..."

"Stop, I won't tell you this. One of you is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. What's wrong with me?"

Ling smiled while looking at Song Jianshu, but there was no smile in his bright red eyes, and his tone was very soft: "You said Lu Mo used me as a tool for making money, so dear Song Jianshu, Mr. Song."

"How do I remember that all the monthly wages that the Military Department paid to Wenger went into your account?"

Song Jianshu couldn't help taking 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 who used to have no pretensions was so tall.

He said, "That's what Wenger insisted..."

Ling tilted his head: "Oh? Voluntary?"

Seems to have found a reason, Song Jianshu has some confidence, he looked at Ling's face, and couldn't help being silly.

He knew Ling was good-looking, but he never knew Ling was so good-looking.

It's like a wild and dangerous leopard, but if he wants to, the leopard will lie down in front of him, revealing its soft belly...

I felt trembling just thinking about it.

Song Jianshu couldn't help taking a step forward, and said softly: "Yes, he volunteered, just like the car you gave me. You were also willing at the time, didn't you?"

"..."

Ling squinted his eyes, and an unprecedented storm was brewing in his red eyes.

But his expression became softer and softer. He said every word, as if whispering in his lover's ear: "It is true."

Song Jianshu looked at him idiotically: "Yes."

Ling's eyes looking at Song Jianshu were no different from looking at the dead.

…

Wenger, who had a panoramic view of this scene, was already split.

He, who had followed the legion chief on an expedition, could not have been more familiar with Ling's eyes.

When he saw it for the first time, Ling slaughtered 30,000 strange beasts alone.

When I saw it for the second time, five years later, Ling passed by with Wenger, wearing a whole body of blood from the night.

The next day it was reported in the news that three generals in the military were assassinated.

And now, it's the third time.

At this moment, Wenger clearly saw Ling's hand holding the hilt of the knife around his waist.

"do not want!!"

Wenger never imagined that he could have such agile speed. He drew out his dagger and threw it towards Ling at the moment of lightning.

But even so, it is doomed to be too late.

Wenger desperately watched his dagger pass by Ling, firmly nailed to one side of the car body.

Song Jianshu is dead.

The sharp long sword is like a broken bamboo, and Lingling's killing intent draws a white shadow in the air, and the piercing sound that is so sharp that it pierces the eardrum is a prediction of the arrival of death.

"when!!"

The long knife split the gemstone on Song Jianshu's collar. The gem shattered into ashes with great strength, but the blade stopped precisely on Song Jianshu's neck, and there was no blood mark.

Wenger lost the strength to support and knelt down slowly.

He was very 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 not change the nature of the legion commander.

He looked at the silver-haired female and gasped in fear.

What did you think of at that moment?

"You should be thankful, I now have a strong sense of self-management." Ling retracted the knife into the scabbard, "It's not as impulsive as before."

Song Jianshu only then realized that he almost returned to the west.

Shaking his whole body like sieve chaff, he slid down against the wall and sat down.

Ling looked down at him with a soft voice: "But I advise you not to provoke me in the future. I don't always exercise such restraint."

…

Lu Mo stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded.

Too many things happened in this short instant, and he could hardly react.

It seemed that his face was too bad. The moment Ling saw him, a trace of annoyance slipped across his face: "The hero..."

"Don't be afraid, I just...accidentally..."

"Did I scare you?"

There was a gloomy light in the red eyes.

If you knew it, you should be more careful. There are obviously more subtle methods to make Song Jianshu disappear without a trace.

"Master, I—"