The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

"The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()"

Leng Zheng'ao opened the communication, and the familiar and friendly words came into his eyes: "Silly boy, where are you?"

Seeing this sentence, a big boss who commands the wind and rain in the interstellar world and is in charge of a large underground force, feels aggrieved like a child.

While squatting on the ground and crying, he quickly replied to Si Lingling: "Sister Lingling, my boss, where are you?"

"You don't even know how lonely and uncomfortable it is for someone to be alone in the interstellar world!"

Especially thinking that I have come back alive in Interstellar, but there are still so many compatriots who fought bloody battles with monsters in that world.

Leng Zheng'ao is not interested in doing anything.

In the past few years, although he has been the Prisoner of the Abyss Prison, he has never been really happy for a day.

For more than five years, apart from the daily affairs in the abyss prison, Leng Zheng'ao spent most of his time on improving his combat power.

He thought that when monsters attacked, if his combat power was higher, even a little bit higher.

At that time, I could also provide more protection for the leaders' backs.

So, after coming to Interstellar, he became a cultivator and almost didn't even know his subordinates.

But his majesty is stronger and more awe-inspiring because of his unpredictable personality.

However, when Leng Zheng'ao was facing Si Lingling.

Only then did he feel that he was still the little guy spoiled by the leaders in the base back then.

Suddenly I want to cry, I really want to talk to my boss about the pain of these years.

After the news was sent out, Leng Zheng'ao stared at the light screen.

"Hehehe, is the little guy crying?"

When Si Lingling received the news of Leng Zheng'ao's return, she couldn't help but tease her.

And Leng Zheng'ao looked at the boss's reply, and jumped up excitedly: "Yeah!"

"That's the smell, it's the sister Lingling I'm familiar with."

"I finally found the organization."

Immediately after he realized it, he couldn't help but blush.

Quickly replied: "Sister Lingling, what are you talking about, I am a big man, how can I cry?"

Even though his eyes are still red and there are still wet tears on his cheeks, the man's face cannot be lost.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the message that the little guy replied, Si Lingling couldn't help smiling heartily.

At the same time, the laughter was transmitted to the opposite side of the communicator in text.

"Boss, please don't laugh at me."

Leng Zheng'ao typed quickly, then sent another message after a pause, "Otherwise, I'll really cry for you."

"Okay, come, come, show me how you cry now. Hahaha..."

"Hmph, I don't satisfy your bad taste. A little bit..."

Two people who traveled from the end of the world reunited in this way in the interstellar world.

After some exchanges, both of them seem to have returned to that precarious era.

Everyone will always have fun in the bitterness between battles, thinking of making fun of it.

In this way, the tense nerves can be relieved, and the relationship between brothers and sisters can also be enhanced.

"Sister Lingling, brother misses you."

After the two chatted for a while, Leng Zheng'ao finally said this sentence, "I really want to see you, I really want to fight side by side like in the past."

"At that time, we can turn our backs on each other again."

"If you come to me, what will your little brothers do?"

It's not that Si Lingling doesn't want to see him, it's just that she doesn't want an organized and disciplined team to mess up because of his choice.

"Sister, how about I bring them to you together?"

Leng Zheng'ao has been thinking about this question for more than half a month.

He had this plan in mind since he confirmed that the mother of the twins was Lingling, whom he was familiar with.

However, after saying this, he couldn't help becoming nervous, for fear that he would receive two decisive words the next moment.