The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

The latest website: "Report to the master, report to the master, Zhan Jiu is located in the defensive area, and there is a gentleman named Joens outside who said that he is looking for you for something important?"

The next day, Si Lingling and the others had just finished their breakfast when they received Zhan Jiu's voice and transmitted it through the communicator.

When Si Lingling heard the name, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Then I suddenly remembered, isn't this the first uninvited guest who appeared here when I first moved here?

After pondering for a while, she gave orders to Zhan Jiu: "Please come in, General Joens."

"Good master."

Zhan Jiu answered very simply, and then heard it say politely to the person over there, "Please, my master is waiting for you at home."

"Thank you!"

Jons responded politely, crossed Zhan Jiu, and strode away in the direction of memory with the 'entourage' behind him.

After leaving Zhan Jiu's defensive range, Joens finally couldn't hold back and said to the 'followers' beside him: "I said, my lord, if you want to come, can't you come by yourself?"

"Why do you make such a big circle? Pretend to be my follower and follow?"

'Follower' Jun Moyao: "Why so much nonsense? Just do what I entrusted to you."

Don't ask anything else you shouldn't ask.

Jons: "..." I believed in your evil.

If I hadn't inquired from Xiao Xing about the relationship between you and the twin mother, I would have been deceived by you.

I really thought you were just curious to see what a woman with twins looks like.

It turns out that you have already forced your way through the house of the twin mother.

Don't think that if you asked Xiaoxing to block the live video at that time, I couldn't see it.

However, in order to prevent Xiao Xing from being destroyed by you, I still pretended not to know anything and watched your performance silently.

When you arrive at the place, facing the not-so-simple mistress, how can you continue to act?

Jun Moyao didn't pay attention to Jon's inner activities.

The two walked in the direction of g569 quickly, one behind the other.

The gray snowflakes falling in the sky bypassed the two of them at a distance of half a meter, and did not get on their clothes at all.

With a distance of more than 5,000 meters, the two interstellar masters successfully arrived in less than a quarter of an hour.

"and many more."

The two were about to ring the doorbell when a robot suddenly appeared beside them and stopped in front of them, "How did you two get here?"

Facing the combat robot in front of them, Jun Moyao and Jons said politely: "We have already obtained permission from your master before we come in."

While speaking, Jons turned around and pointed to the direction he came from: "There is a man named Zhan Jiu over there, and he has notified your master."

"Oh, you are General Jons."

After hearing their answers, the robot couldn't help but suddenly said, "My master has informed the little one, please come in with me, both of you."

While speaking, he began to verify his identity and at the same time opened the communication to report to the inside: "Master, master, report to Zhan 21, the distinguished guest, General Jons, has arrived."

"The little ones will lead them in."

Si Lingling received the news from Zhan 21 and ordered her parents and brothers to take the children upstairs to play.

She got up and walked towards the door.

After all, with his identity there, she still had to go to greet him.

Mrs. Cheer, Jian Niu and the Si family members nodded, and followed Si Lingling respectfully to welcome them out.

Si Chongzu looked at his daughter's figure, and said to Si Chaochao: "Yueyue, take Kaila and Feng'er, let's get into the grandson's car and go upstairs."

As Si Lingling's relatives, the couple didn't want to cause trouble for their daughter.

Just now, my daughter told them that the General of the Interstellar Federation is here, and it is better not to approach them casually like ordinary star people.

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