Chapter 130 [Added] The first episode of the wounded Peregrine Falcon...
Huo Yuan replied coldly: "Pretend to be your A? No way."
He refused outright, causing the two birds of prey to circle around his chair, appealing to their emotions, reasoning with them, using threats and inducements, but in the end, they still got one sentence:
"No. If I go on TV, people will see me, and I don't want to be misunderstood."
Sava hit the nail on the head: "Misunderstanding? Who? Your ex-boyfriend?"
Huo Yuan habitually refuted Chouji: "He's not my ex-boyfriend."
"Oh, that means we haven't broken up yet."
“…”
Sava touched his chin meaningfully and said, "I remember now. During the last retreat, everyone drove their own mechas, but you drove an officer's mecha aboard, causing the IFF system to beep."
"I asked you where you got it from, and you said you stole it. I didn't believe you, but you said, 'If you don't believe me, forget it.' You have a bad temper. Now it seems that the owner of the mecha should be closely related to you. As long as we go down to the hangar to check the identity of the original pilot, we will know--"
Huo Yuan's pupils contracted: "... Stop!"
Bai Ling saw that his expression was wavering, so he struck while the iron was hot and said, "Don't worry, we will disguise you so that he won't be able to recognize you."
Huo Yuan turned his head and saw the two generals blocking his way, looking like bandits who would not let him go unless he agreed.
He thought about it and realized that he had been in disguise for so long when he was wanted. It was not a big deal to cooperate with his colleagues now. He sighed and compromised reluctantly:
"Okay, but I have a request. I will not be responsible for speaking during the interview."
Reduce the chance of being recognized.
Bai Ling nodded and agreed readily: "No problem, I will inform the media in advance and tell them that you are 'not good at speaking'."
After the agreement was reached, Sava immediately decided to transform Huo Yuan. For example, white hair and red eyes should be changed to black hair and blue eyes to give him a "straight A" aura. Another example is that the original Darjeeling black tea-flavored pheromone cannot be used and should be replaced with a "cedar"-flavored A perfume to fit everyone's stereotype of an alpha.
In short, whatever makes it classic.
When the two of them were seriously discussing whether or not to perm Huo Yuan's hair, the other party couldn't stand it anymore and stopped them:
"Don't just talk about me, tell me about your plan too."
"As for the plan..." Bai Ling supported himself on the table with his hands, not noticing that the camera on the ceiling behind him slowly turned 15 degrees and aimed at his back.
He raised his lips without noticing anything. "Aren't they spreading rumors about me? Then I will go on stage, face the camera and refute them openly, accept their doubts, and reason with them. If one time doesn't work, I will try twice. If one TV station doesn't work, I will switch to another one until they are used to it."
Savoie agreed, "It's called desensitization, a trick used by Isupareso."
"Desensitization..." Huo Yuan was confused for a second, then frowned and pondered for a while:
"If you are speaking in your personal capacity, it is indeed feasible. After all, reputation is very important to you omegas. Clarify the rumors as soon as possible so that you can return to the team."
Bai Ling's expression relaxed and he smiled faintly, "Thank you for your understanding."
Just as the three birds were about to reach a consensus, the ship's directional broadcast suddenly rang, and a deep tone descended from overhead:
"Bai Ling, come to my office."
Bai Ling was suddenly called, and his back shuddered as if an electric shock had passed through him. He responded with a Pavlovian conditioned reflex:
"Hello, I'll be there right away."
Sava: “…”
Huo Yuan: “…………”
It's just like a student being called by the head teacher. Is this relationship normal?
·
Bai Ling ran upstairs and put his hand on the brass doorknob of the study. He paused for a moment, but decided to knock on the door. A "come in" sounded from inside, and the lock opened automatically. He poked his head in, with a subtle look of trepidation on his face:
"What's wrong? You called me suddenly."
"Let's talk about your plan." Yu Chen sat behind a long dark wooden table. Light from the window shone in from one side, and the backlight cast some shadows on his deep eye sockets.
"When you encounter difficulties, you should seek help from me immediately instead of making decisions on your own."
"Random?" Bai Ling couldn't help but sneered, pushed open the door, and walked in casually, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? I need your help. If I need your help for such a small matter, what am I?"
"I heard your conversation."
"Hmm." Bai Ling didn't care at all. He picked up the inverted glass and poured himself a cup of barley tea. Pah, he stuck out his tongue, it was so bitter.
He saw the paper packaging next to it, which had the effects written on it: relieve heat and quench thirst?
"Why drink this so early in the morning?"
Yu Chen said slowly: "Relieve the heat."
Bai Ling wanted to tease him, but what's the use of drinking tea to relieve your sexual desire? But when he looked up, he saw that the mermaid's lips were pursed seriously, and she was obviously unhappy.
Yu Chen half closed his eyes and said gently, "I don't treat you as a child. But this matter can be big or small. Putting aside the fact that you found another alpha to replace me without permission, I suggest you think carefully about accepting the interview."
Bai Ling frowned and asked, "Consider it carefully, then what?"
"Wait for me and the public relations staff to handle it."
Isuparaiso has been retired for a long time and has a public relations department under him. It should not be difficult for the experienced personnel left behind by the old empire to handle small-scale rumors smoothly and without leaving any traces.
Anyway, the Star Network has no memory, so instead of dealing with it as if it were a major enemy, it is better to just leave it alone. After the end of the month, when people have forgotten most of it, it won't be too late to come out and express their attitude in a fair manner.
Yu Chen told him that since he had embarked on this path and stood in front of the public, he should not care too much about similar rumors.
Bai Ling paused for a moment, and said in a tense voice, "But I can't just deceive myself and pretend that I didn't see it. I understand that big things can be reduced to small things, and things can be settled peacefully. If you ask me to quit the team, I will quit. Don't I have the right to say a few words on my own behalf?"
He was a little agitated for no reason.
That's right, the nearly one thousand people on their ship are a group, and they are partners with Potato Town. Commander Bai cannot hold everyone back because of one person's selfishness. He understands all these principles.
He wasn't that hard to talk to. In his previous life, the revolutionary army he had brought up whispered to him:
"Commander Bai, your illness seems to be very serious. Shouldn't you take a rest for a while?"
He readily agreed.
Temporarily withdraw. Yes, that's what everyone said at the time - just step back temporarily and you'll be back soon.
But once he retreated, he could never go back.
Commander Bai calls the fleet's command cabin his home. He squandered 15 years of his youth in that small 20-square-meter room. The cushions on the chairs were rotten one after another, and the paint on the workbench was worn out by his cuffs.
During the month he was in the hospital, he thought about going back all the time. After he had stabilized a little, he sneaked out of the hospital on a cool and windy night and rode a hoverbike across the vast Gobi Desert. The IV needle in his hand pierced a vein, and when he stopped the car in front of the camp, his right hand was swollen like a bun.
Without even looking at his hands, he simply pulled down the brim of his hat, swiped his ID card, and followed the young soldiers onto the ship.
What kind of feeling is that?
Joyful, comforted, with a lightness of step, and every pore of my body exuding comfort.
It’s different when you’re back in your own territory.
"Hey, have you heard that Commander Bai is going to be sent to a mental hospital?"
"It's true. My brother went to the hospital to deliver supplies twice. Commander Bai often muttered in the room in the middle of the night in words that no one could understand. When he was crazy, he would beat the nurses."
"He has organ failure all over his body, how can he still hit someone?"
"Who knows? There is no smoke without fire. The reason why it was not reported before is only because the top leaders did not want the scandal to affect the image of our revolutionary army."
No one noticed that the man in the torn leather jacket was standing hunched against the side of the elevator, his hat pulled down low and his fingers trembling.
Bai Ling wanted to shout out loud. He didn't hit anyone. It was just a misunderstanding. He fainted while changing the dressing and accidentally knocked down the nurse. He also apologized solemnly afterwards.
But the group of new recruits didn't even give him a chance to explain. They flew away like a flock of pigeons that had just pecked at millet in the square, leaving him standing there alone, feeling cold from the air-conditioning.
After recovering from his shock, he slowly walked towards the command room.
It doesn’t matter… It’s just some unpleasant rumors. He has heard insults ten times worse than this from his enemies. This is nothing…
Bai Ling is the boss of the fleet's command room. Thinking of the pot of green ivy on the windowsill, he felt a little better.
On the door of the command room was written, [Secure area, no entry for outsiders], he ignored it and put his ID card on it, and the shipboard AI kindly reminded him:
"Hello, you do not have permission."
How is that possible? The door lock system must have gone wrong again. This broken thing should have been replaced long ago.
Switch to iris authentication and try again.
"Hello, your iris does not match, please try again as an administrator."
...This shouldn't be the case. It's been fifteen years, and the first iris and the first combination lock of this ship were set by him personally. Later, as the number of people increased, he divided the management status among the deputy captain and the deputy commander. Later, when he fell ill, he temporarily gave up the authority of the first administrator...
The shipboard AI said gently but mercilessly: "No entry, please leave."
"Go to hell, you idler! Go to hell!" His pupils turned bloodshot and he punched hard on the steel door. The door was so solid. The material he had chosen himself had become a solid fortress in front of him, protecting him like a thief. "Get the hell out of here! This is my boat, mine, mine—"
My home...
I can't go back.
ah……
There were scattered bloodstains on the door. His body slid to the side and the IV needle fell off. The blood oozing out from the pale blood vessels instantly wet his fingers.
"Who is it?" "This guy is crazy." "Hurry up and inform the deputy captain, oh no, call the captain."
The new recruits popped up like pigeons again, poking their heads out, cooing, and speaking in words that Bai Ling couldn't understand.
The battered peregrine falcon couldn't catch the pigeon.
Just like a defeated soldier, he cannot take back his home.
Bai Ling thought that if he had been more ruthless at that time, he would have blown up the camp and killed all the so-called "companions" who kicked him out. Let's all die together, don't play.
But he couldn't do it after all.
The recruits saw the man slowly stand up with the help of the wall, walk to them with a laborious pace, pat their shoulders, and say in a hoarse voice:
"Do your best."
Bai Ling did not hear their answers. For the next week, he was in a daze with tinnitus in his ears. When he woke up, the nurse told him:
"You've been repeating the same thing all week."
"…What did I say?"
"You said you're not crazy."
"I'm not crazy." He murmured again, then raised his cloudy eyes, trying to get some response from the nurse.
The nurse shook her head, sighed and walked away.
Bai Ling sat there for a while. Perhaps because he was used to the torment, his relentless self-consolation came back.
It said “I’m not crazy”… That’s okay, that’s okay, it’s not like it said “I want to go home”.
Perhaps at his age, he still wants to maintain some dignity in front of outsiders.
He grinned, but the blood scab at the corner of his mouth hurt his facial nerves. Picking up the terminal, his distorted face was reflected on the black screen. He immediately looked away as if avoiding it and turned on the terminal in an instant.
The screen remains on the last message sent.
[Compass]: I'm not crazy.
[Desserped]: You're not crazy, you're just too tired and need a good rest.
Bai Ling only felt a severe pain in his heart, as if someone had inserted an air pump into his blood vessels through a needle. Crunch, crunch, air was pumped in. The lungs and heart became enlarged and full, and soon breathing became difficult.
[Compass]: I want to go home.
[Desserped]: Where are you now?
[Compass]: I want to go home.
[Compass]: I want to go home.
[Desserped]: Tell me the address and I'll take you home.
Adults can’t cry out loud.
He covered his chest, as if a balloon had just exploded there, with the fragments shattered into pieces in his chest. He didn't know how he stood up, how he rang the bell, and said to the nurse in a hoarse voice:
"I'm going to turn off the lights and take a rest. Please don't come in."
After turning off the lights, he cautiously stood by the door, with his right hand on the door handle to prevent anyone from coming in at any time. There was a lot of noise outside. He stood in the darkness, raised his head, and slowly put the towel over his wet eyes.
The support a stranger gave him was far greater than that given by those around him.
·
Now, Bai Ling stood in front of his chess friend who was once a stranger and is now his closest person. He controlled his breath and talked about the matter:
"I know what you are going to say. You will definitely say that it will take too much effort for me to explain to the public myself, because if I fail, it may cause internal friction."
"But I just want to make it clear that I am not that kind of person. They really misunderstood me."
"And, and..." His breath slowly calmed down from being rapid, and when he turned back and saw Yu Chen's closely watching eyes, he felt a little comforted:
"With your support this time, I will never be sad because of one or two failures."
Yu Chen looked straight at him, his thin lips slightly parted, his tone seemed cruel and sober:
"I won't support you in doing such a stupid thing."
Stupid thing. Bai Ling was stunned and for a moment thought he had misheard. Shouldn't this person stand by me unconditionally...
A subtle hint of embarrassment flashed across his face in an instant. He immediately pinched his palms, and his attitude became tough again when he looked up:
"I don't understand why you are like this. Please explain it to me."
Yu Chen sat up straight, crossed his fingers in front of him, and his calm gaze passed across a wide and distant table to Bai Ling's slightly dry lips.
The study is not big, but they are almost facing each other diagonally. The long distance between them also brings out the sense of class that is usually hidden.
Bai Ling had a vague feeling that this person was currently talking to him as a superior and a leader.
The mermaid's sharp eyes seem to be able to see through everything.
"What do you want to do? Dispel the rumor? Rush out and tell them it's a rumor. It's useless. You can't put out this fire."
"You think if you speak, they will listen to your explanation, why?"
These words were so blunt and sharp that they pierced Bai Ling's heart. He was having trouble breathing and tried to refute:
"But you've done similar things, haven't you? Yes, as a soldier, I lack experience in dealing with public opinion."
"But when the same thing happened to King Savoy I, you were able to issue a decree to explain it for him. Now you're asking me to keep quiet and shut up!?"
Treat differently.
Yu Chen's expression changed slightly, and his tone dropped: "Then let me tell you, issuing a decree to cover mouths was one of the most unwise decisions I have ever made. It turns out that covering mouths is useless, and they will still say what they want to say in private. Besides, that group of alphas shut up not because they respect Savoy I. It's because of me."
"They were afraid of me and my power. They knew I had the power to punish them, so they went to King Savoy I to apologize one by one."
"And you, Bai Ling, you are just a small revolutionary army leader, you don't have the power to do this. If you want to give a vaccination to a group of rabble, you can--"
Yu Chen tapped the table with his pen: "When you become emperor, I will fully support you in doing this."
It is a completely condescending perspective that looks down on all living beings.
Bai Ling was a little shocked. It turns out that in the eyes of people like Yu Chen, the people are just a group of "mobs" lacking self-judgment. This view is too arrogant and too cold.
Yu Chen continued, "You have to understand that in the minds of the people, right and wrong have never been important. Is it the misunderstanding of glandular stickers that has inspired them to discuss it again and again? No, it is selfish curiosity."
"You think too highly of them, too well."
"They don't want a result at all. They are just like children who don't have candy and are clamoring to watch a show."
Bai Ling sneered and asked, "So?"
Yu Chen turned his eyes and told him word by word: "Show them."
"You can go on stage to seek justice," Yu Chen finally gave in, "but Huo Yuan is definitely not allowed. He is not the right person."
Bai Ling gave a subtle sneer: "So after going around in circles with me, you still have to make the decision for me." He mouthed the words: control, control, crazy.
"I mean—"
"Bang!" The door slammed, and there was one person missing in the study, and it returned to dead silence again.
Yu Chen leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and said silently:
Rebellious little bastard.
·
In the evening, the public relations person who was scheduled to meet with the customer came up to answer the call. AI was in charge of the contact, while Yu Chen just listened in silence.
AI: "We need to choose an alpha that is suitable for Bai Ling."
PR: "Based on the existing information, Huo Yuan is indeed the most suitable candidate. First of all, his background is suitable. He is a Yexing person and was once the leader of Bai Ling. We have enough time to spend together and have a romantic environment. Secondly, he is of the right age and has good looks and appearance. This kind of appearance is a plus with the audience."
Yu Chen lay on the sofa in the study, staring at the ceiling, and all he heard was "suitable...suitable..."
He rubbed his temples and felt a splitting headache for a moment. Suddenly he thought of something, sat up slightly, and interrupted:
"Huo Yuan has a wanted warrant."
The public relations officer glanced at the online information and said, "Now the whole army has it, so it's not a problem."
"What I mean is, is there anyone with a cleaner background? One with a clean family background, good conversation, and excellent taste. It would be best if he had some experience in handling affairs and could answer the host's tricky questions." Yu Chen put forward the conditions in a clear and orderly manner.
The PR looked through the information and said in embarrassment: "Well, there really is no one nearby."
Yu Chen criticized mercilessly: "With such a large army, we can't even find a normal alpha."
PR and AI wipe sweat: Is your definition of "normal" different from others? The conditions you proposed are not normal, they are called "excellent".
Yu Chen felt depressed after hearing this and stood up to drink his pot of heat-reducing barley tea. He held the antique bone china teacup in his hand, and his eyes scanned the area, landing on the chessboard on the cabinet in the distance.
After looking for about ten seconds, he suddenly said, "I have a perfect candidate."
·
Among the TV stations and media that sent out invitations, the one with the greatest influence was Federal's "Nightly Sincerity Show".
Unlike the Empire, where everyone is a martial artist, the Federation's entertainment industry is extremely developed, and it continuously exports excellent films and various cultural products to the entire galaxy every year.
Not only that, their politics are also quite dependent on the entertainment industry.
A politician’s background is not important, nor are scandals, but a pretty face and eloquent speech are definitely important.
For example, "The Nightly Sincerity Show", which ranks among the top five in the Star TV ratings, is an entertainment talk show, but many politicians rush to appear on it to gain exposure, make themselves known, and earn votes.
In this atmosphere of national entertainment, it is not surprising that the program invites a suspected rebel leader.
"But everything has two sides." North clicked on a recorded video and showed it to Bai Ling:
"This host has the most cunning tongue in the entire galaxy. His mouth is insured for a huge sum of money, and it can be called a 'diamond mouth'. It can praise you to the sky overnight, or it can send you to hell."
"Sincerity Show", as the name suggests, focuses on reality.
The host is said to have studied criminal psychology and can see everyone's micro-expressions.
The guests invited by him must speak honestly. If you hesitate and evade the question, you will probably be beaten to a pulp by the host Todd like a hungry wolf hunting.
After leaving the show, not only will the publicity effect not be achieved, but the person will also be ruined and labeled as a "liar" from then on.
North said in a gloomy voice: "I am a long-time viewer of this show. To be honest, you two don't have any sense of couple at all. If you sit there, the host will notice it in a minute."
Bai Ling closed the manuscript and said, "It's okay, Huo Yuan, you don't have to say anything. I will answer the questions throughout the whole process."
Nuosimo muttered guiltily: "It's even more fake..."
But once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Since I have accepted the interview, I have to go for it.
Once the holographic ultra-high-definition projection equipment was set up and the signal was connected, the front desk of the studio appeared out of thin air in the originally empty activity room. Digital information was transmitted smoothly, and the staff's projections were realistically debugging the lighting equipment.
But as long as you walk over, you can easily pass through their "bodies", giving a spooky feeling of a ghost house.
Bai Ling stood at the side of the stage, looking nervously across the studio.
A lot of little Os came over there one after another, bringing their own stools and snacks, and acting as the audience with great interest. After a while, the alphas of the mercenary group also squeezed in, and since there were no seats, they stood in the aisle against the wall.
Bai Ling crumpled the manuscript into a crumpled tube.
...Maybe the old fish was right about one thing, people are born to love watching fun.
The host Todd came over politely to shake hands, and Bai Ling also stretched out his hand to shake hands, and the two people's hands "penetrated" each other.
Todd has a typical face like a news anchor, but his personality is very lively. He blinked at Bai Ling and said jokingly:
"Hello, NPC of this game."
Bai Ling relaxed the corners of his mouth slightly. Todd gestured "please" and invited him to sit down in front of the red sofa.
"Please also ask our new NPC to understand the 'rules of the game' of this program. There are three rules: truth, truth, and more truth."
Bai Ling thought of the other party's criminal psychology background, tried his best to control his expression, and hypnotized himself in his heart: Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm.
Todd stared at him and asked with concern: "Commander Bai, you look a little nervous? Where's your alpha? Hasn't he come yet?"
Bai Ling looked towards the door. Huo Yuan was caught by North and the others and covered with a thick layer of powder. He was probably still fighting in the dressing room.
"Sorry, my alpha should be touching up his makeup, so you may have to wait a while."
But time waits for no one. The advertising fee for every minute of the broadcast of "Sincerity Show" is as high as 700,000 star coins. Todd glanced at the time and said directly:
"It doesn't matter, let's turn on the camera first and wait while filming."
Todd is worthy of the title of "diamond mouth". His first question was quite tricky:
"Commander Bai, as a strong omega, what do you think an alpha is to you?"
The pitfalls of this question are many.
If Bai Ling were to be asked about daily life, he would definitely say "daily necessities".
But this is a public place. Not only are there audiences in the venue, but there are also as many as 600 million pairs of eyes staring at him in addition to the invisible digital signals. He cannot just do whatever he wants.
Bai Ling thought back to the manuscript that North had written for him before, and found a milder answer: "I think he is... a reliable helper."
Todd raised his eyebrows subtly: "Helper. Unexpected answer. In other words, 90% of the alphas in your team are just tools for you, is that right?"
How could this person take things out of context? Bai Ling almost cursed out loud.
Bai Ling answered decisively: "No."
Suddenly, a surround canned sound effect came from the speakers behind him, simulating the audience's "hush" sound in a lowered pitch, which startled Bai Ling.
Todd kindly introduced: "Oh, relax, relax, that's just the sound effects of our audience voting."
“And voting?”
"Yes, 'Sincerity Show' has opened a real-time voting session. This is also one of the highlights of our show. The audience will judge whether every word you say is true or false through our high-definition large screen. Sincerity means Yes, and lying means No."
After listening to this, Bai Ling forced himself to calm down.
Isn't this the Cybertronics trial?
He thought again about Huo Yuan's "no contact" body language. The two of them sitting together gave people a sense of distance from the Himalayas to the Mariana Trench.
Why bother trying this? Just sentence him to death.
Bai Ling kept turning his head to look at the door, struggling violently in his heart. Otherwise, it would be better not to let Huo Yuan come out. Even if he said his A was dead, it would be better than being identified as a brainless omega marked by A sexuality by 600 million viewers...
Todd looked at the question board and smiled as he read out the next question: "So, how did you and your dear alpha meet?"
Bai Ling's expression was resolute, and he decided to burn his boats:
"Actually, I'm alpha—"
With a click, the studio door slid open to both sides. The cowhide soles of the shoes made a heavy sound when walking on the ground, which was enough to suppress all the small noises in the venue.
Bai Ling took a casual glance at it, and the moment the image appeared on his retina, he overreacted and stood up from the sofa.
But it was too late. All the virtual cameras in the venue have been aimed at the person who has come, and that face is being replicated on the portable devices of all interstellar people through quantum communication technology.
It cannot be erased or wiped off, and turns into a deep electronic mark.
The lights in the studio were so dazzling that Bai Ling's vision became blurry. Under the high-powered light, the handsome face of the man with pale face almost melted into the photographic light. The light was virtual, but the man was extremely real.
"Hello." Yu Chen nodded politely and distantly. Without being invited, he sat down.
The host, who had been aggressive just now, unconsciously revealed an expression of being flattered.
Todd didn't know this person, but people in this line of work all have extremely sharp eyes. Since the launch of "Sincerity Show" 50 years ago, there have been at least 800 celebrities and politicians from various countries coming and going, but no big shot has ever possessed the aura of this guy.
There is a kind of person whose presence is too strong to be ignored wherever he goes.
Moreover, this kind of person has a kind of magical power that allows everyone who meets him for the first time and knows nothing about him to accurately use the respectful title "you".
Todd lowered his head and asked, "Hello, what's your name?"
Bai Ling's heartbeat suddenly soared and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Isuparaiso must not reveal his identity, otherwise he will face endless personal threats.
Bai Ling subconsciously reached for the gun on his waist. If that didn't work, he would cut the power line and forcibly interrupt the live broadcast. Before he could move, a gentle voice came to his ears:
"Just call me Mr. D."
The first question Todd asked after Alpha appeared was: "Can you tell me how you and Bai Ling met?"
Yu Chen smiled slightly: "We have been chess friends for many years."
He turned his eyes and saw Bai Ling still standing there blankly, so he pulled him to sit down. He naturally put his right hand around Bai Ling's waist to help him maintain his balance, then took it back in a gentlemanly manner.
Bai Ling sat down sluggishly, looking up at the sky, his lips slowly tightening and finally forming an arc.
Mr. D, his chess friend.
Indeed, there is no love experience more real and touching than this.
The broadcast was interrupted as usual after ten minutes. While the host was reading the commercial, Bai Ling grabbed the old man's casual Italian-style coat, lowered his voice to the extreme, and asked through gritted teeth:
"What are you doing here?"
So dangerous.
The video was turned off, but from the gloomy angle, one could just see the light reflected from the thick black lens of the large camera. The back of the female's neck was tense, and the teeth marks were trembling slightly due to nervousness.
He stated: "These are my teeth marks."
"If there is a trial, the last person who should stand on the sidelines is me."
I should be judged with you.
Bai Ling loosened his spasming fingers, turned his face away, and his heart beat so fast that it was ringing in his eardrums.
Isupalaiso, the king of the old empire, ruled for 127 years without ever appearing in public. Who would have thought that his first exposure to the public was just for...
Support him.
If this is a trial.
This might be the most secretive and sweet trial in the history of the empire.
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