Chapter 176 Resurrection The curve of the lips is very familiar, it is Bai...
Aquarius.
The naming of various planets in the universe follows the Basic Law, and Aquarius is no exception.
But it is obviously far from the imagined scale of "pouring water from a bottle". In fact, its daily rainfall during the rainy season can reach 0.7 meters, which can fill the entire world's rainiest region in a week.
The climate is too bad to be suitable for human habitation.
"That's not the case. It's just not suitable for birds. Those sticky seafood used to love coming here for vacation during the rainy season. They could just open the door and drift along the current, getting wet all the way to the supermarket in the city center. They even saved money on rafting."
"Yes, the result is that the workload of unclogging sewers has increased by 500%."
"They're just some jellyfish with knotted tentacles."
“And the octopus.”
“And sea cucumbers.”
"I'm hungry."
Bai Ling took out a biscuit box and handed it over, but Haiou's expression was serious: "I want to eat sea cucumbers."
"There are no sea cucumbers," Bai Ling searched his pockets, "only peanuts, which I got from the logistics department."
It was late at night, and the two of them were standing in front of the anti-aircraft guns on the firing line, drinking vodka and eating peanuts while chatting about all sorts of things.
Alcohol can quickly dispel the cold on a rainy night, but it can also make you drunk.
The two old guns looked dazed, but as soon as the alarm sounded in front, they didn't even look at it, but aimed with their backhands and fired a counter-rocket missile.
"Come to think of it, when you married the old emperor, what kind of ceremony was arranged for you? It was just like what you see on TV, with a platinum carriage, a parade of floats, and a diamond ring that was so big it was scary... I don't like watching StarCraft live broadcasts, so maybe I missed it."
Bai Ling said calmly: "Nothing exaggerated like that, just a casual meal."
Kidd said disappointedly, "Are you so stingy?"
"No, he's very generous."
"I know he publicly announced that all his property after his death will be given to you. But that's after his death, who knows what will happen in the future." Kidd pondered and said, "If I were you, I would take the money and run away, not caring about that old man."
Bai Ling thought about it seriously: "But I got more."
"What did you get?"
"Well, it's hard to say. A lot."
"See, you can't tell either."
"My head is a little dizzy, and I can't count for a while."
Kidd didn't believe it and spat, "I don't believe it. You must have been bewitched by his sweet words. He tricked you into building an empire for him, and he just sat back and waited to reap the fruits of his labor. All their emperors are like this. Why don't you open your eyes? Maybe you are suffering in the cold wind here, while he is at home enjoying wine and women, hugging a bunch of little birds on his left and right."
Bai Ling said confidently: "That won't happen."
"How do you know it won't happen?"
Bai Ling smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to him one day, and then you'll know."
Seagull turned his head away with disdain: "I don't bother to get to know the rich and powerful, they are all equally bad."
Bai Ling didn't know where his hostility towards Isuparaiso came from, so he asked carefully. So Kidd counted on his fingers:
"Is it true that he would send disobedient alphas to grow potatoes?"
Bai Ling: "Really."
"Is it true that he would hide in the milk truck and spy on the birds that came to drink milk?"
Bai Ling: "Really."
"He killed so many people just to eliminate dissidents. Is that true?"
Bai Ling: "Really."
"He is extremely authoritarian and has a strong desire for control, spreading terror everywhere."
Bai Ling: “…This is also true.”
It's over, there's no way to wash it clean.
Kidd put his hands on his hips: "Then you still say he's not a bad guy."
Bai Ling wanted to say that he had never denied that the fish was a bad guy, but he also had a good side, not much, but it was indeed pretty good.
Kidd insisted: "If he is really a good person, how come I have never heard of him doing good things in all my years of traveling to the stars?"
Of course, maybe you have heard it, but who knows whether it is true or not.
Kidd has lived on a remote planet since he was a child. To him, the old emperor is too far away, and the government's care is also quite distant. They are like left-behind children, feeling lagging behind and unfamiliar with everything happening outside.
As for those legendary policy benefits, they seem to have not enjoyed any of them. Those are just privileges for children from the capital star.
Kidd sneered and didn't have much favorable impression.
However, after a while, an unexpected incident more or less changed his view.
The weather on Aquarius is terrible and the daylight hours are extremely short. If we calculate according to the interstellar standard of 24 hours a day, Aquarius only has 3 hours of light a day, and the remaining 21 hours are completely dark polar night.
During these 21 hours of darkness, it often rains half of the time.
Originally, the rain was not a big deal, but the important thing was that there was an intensive thunderstorm every ten minutes. As a result, even the most skilled pilots would not dare to fly around in a mecha easily.
That day, they happened to encounter a thunderstorm and were trapped outside. The communication equipment of the entire team's mechas was disconnected, and no one could get any help from them.
The worst thing was that they had no food supplies. A group of young boys were starving. If it weren't for the strict military discipline, some of them would have eaten their comrades out of hunger.
Kidd was so worried that he walked around everywhere, discussing with Bai Ling what to do.
Bai Ling said calmly: "Let me check the manual."
The manual he was talking about was the library's user manual - they were trapped in an abandoned library on a high ground, and there was no one inside.
"What's the point of checking the manual? This place is not a supermarket and there's no food here!"
"Maybe." Bai Ling seemed to have a certain belief.
Kidd didn't know where his inexplicable sense of conviction came from. He only saw the falcon flipping through the 300-page dusty manual, then putting it down and starting to search the library floor.
After a while, he came back with a pile of books.
They were all children's books, some of which were still unopened.
Kidd was confused and wanted to ask you what you were doing with these, but when he picked up the children's picture book, a memory suddenly flashed through his mind.
When he was a child, he also applied for a library card from the public library.
The teacher repeatedly told them not to put books in their mouths.
"It will melt. If it melts, other children will have no books to read."
Melt...melt? Kidd turned the picture book over and suddenly found a line of small words written under the barcode:
"The pages of this book are made of glutinous rice, which can be used as a reserve food in wartime. --Gorgon Design Bureau, supervisor"
The Gorgon Design Bureau, the famous national weapons manufacturer... actually made picture books for children... and distributed them to such a remote planet?
Kidd held the picture book and suddenly laughed: "I ate this when I was a kid. It was sweet!"
I was also punished by the library for eating without permission and was not allowed to borrow books for a week.
Thanks to the food industry, books are made of glutinous rice, so children with strong appetites will not be poisoned by their gluttony. What kind of person is the advocate behind this, who can think of such complicated and detailed problems and has the initiative to solve them?
They cooked the books in the small military pots they brought with them.
The inner pages are cooked into sticky rice paste, and the cover pages can be folded into waterproof paper bowls. Kidd said: "Whoever designed this thing should win a design award."
Bai Ling looked at the paper bowl he had folded: "My bowl is "The Nightingale and the Rose"."
"Mine is Grimm's Fairy Tales."
"I had a bowl of One Thousand and One Nights, and oh, the edible ink on it was plum flavored."
Each person was given a small bowl of rice paste, which was cooked with washed books. It was clean and had no additives. Indeed, it can be placed in the children's area for children to knead it. The old guy must have ordered the use of the best ingredients.
Eating book porridge is like drinking a bowl of knowledge.
Edible knowledge.
Apart from it, who else could take romanticism to the extreme in such a way that disregards human life and death?
They finished their porridge, and the bottom of the paper bowl showed warm words: [No waste, you are awesome! ]
They unconsciously puffed out their chests with pride, and their chests felt warm like little kids being praised.
Kidd sighed inwardly, discovering a little secret today. It turns out that all the books in libraries across the country can be cooked and eaten during a famine.
He asked Bai Ling: "How did you find this out?"
Bai Ling showed him the library manual: "As we all know, the old version of the manual is the most reliable. It contains all the disaster relief guidelines you can think of and cannot think of."
Page 327 of the library manual states: [In crisis situations, books in area A7 can be used as emergency food. Please do not take all, leave some for those who come later.]
The old empire is dead.
But its huge body continued to feed them.
This is what Bai Ling believes.
Kidd thought of the book's publisher, Gorgon Design Bureau. A unit that mainly produces war equipment, with an extremely tough atmosphere, but in a place where no one pays attention, there is a warm production line that produces glutinous rice books.
He seemed to have glimpsed something through this bowl of rice porridge.
Perhaps it was the confidence and strength of that era.
Or perhaps it was just an occasional instruction from a ruler.
Kidd suddenly said, "He really doesn't seem that bad."
This statement has no beginning or end, no subject or context. But he was sure that Bai Ling knew who he was talking about.
Bai Ling washed the paper bowl and folded it into a boat again. "He may not be the most interesting publisher, but he must be the best quality publisher."
·
There is indeed nothing more suitable to praise an arms manufacturer than the three words "good quality".
But compared to the quality, the speed has to be compromised. The 4 billion arms order is not a large amount, but if it is broken down into hundreds of thousands or millions of bullets, it needs to be equipped with a special transport ship. After going back and forth and getting stamped and signed, it was finally able to leave the port. However, there was a small incident on the way and the ship was robbed.
The ones who robbed the road were not pirates, but their boss.
When the director of the storage and transportation department in charge of shipping heard that the boss was going to board the ship, he felt as if he were facing a great enemy. He renovated the cabin overnight and made it magnificent.
However, the flattery backfired and the boss had no time to enjoy the entertainment facilities.
Most of the time, he was dealing with the remaining documents, and in the remaining hours, he stood at the high porthole and looked forward.
The storage and transportation director nodded and bowed: "Hello, we are about to land on Aquarius. The temperature today is -2 degrees Celsius and it is raining heavily. For your convenience, we have prepared a connecting disc-shaped aircraft to ensure that your soles will not be dirty."
The boss turned over a page of documents and said “hmm” neither lightly nor heavily.
The huge cabin was covered with red velvet wool handmade blankets, and there was only one soft sofa, a single sofa, which allowed the boss to place his long legs in a comfortable position. In front of me is a virtual projection, which is as large as the auditorium. If I look up slightly, I can see the topographic map representing mountains and lakes jumping on the light blue map.
At the top is the federally occupied zone.
Draw a red line below, and behind the red line is the occupied area, which covers 40% of the planet's area.
The area they were sailing in was the occupied area, which they had notified beforehand and the friend-or-foe identification system was activated, so it was very safe.
Suddenly, the map made a "beep" sound, and the AI automatically calibrated the sound:
"There is an exchange of fire 2 kilometers ahead, please detour immediately."
The Minister of Storage and Transportation hurriedly checked and found that there should be a team of federal mechanical troops breaking in front, trying to blow up Commander Bai's transportation line. Fortunately, Commander Bai had already led his men over there.
"It's not a big deal, just take a detour." The Minister of Storage and Transportation said soothingly.
The boss didn't answer, but stared at the dynamic map for a while and asked, "They didn't open the defense wall?"
"This..." The Minister of Storage and Transportation said with difficulty, "Although the defense wall was also built by our company back then, after so many years, the ground activation line has long been cut off by the Federation. The headquarters has long received news of the disconnection."
“I remember we had a 50-year warranty.”
Minister of Storage and Transportation: “…Indeed, there is.”
But the planet has been sold, they can't just go and repair it.
The boss folded his hands in his lap and said, "I'll have someone fix it next week."
"yes……"
The Minister of Storage and Transportation heaved a sigh of relief, bowed and stepped back, turning his head to deal with the landing. However, the dynamic map was still sending back reminders in real time, and each one was stronger than the last:
"Intense exchange of fire 1 kilometer ahead..."
The spacecraft orbited and turned, continuing to move forward.
"A large-scale fierce exchange of fire occurred 1 kilometer behind..."
"Carry out strategic bombing 2 kilometers to the rear..."
"3 kilometers behind, 20 people have been injured..."
When the storage and transportation director came back after arranging for the disc-type mobility scooter, there was no one in the empty and flashy hall, and only the sound of the broadcast was echoing in a loop.
He rushed to the cabin door and was horrified to find that the porter was missing a pair of raincoats. A strong wind was blowing out of the open hatch, and heavy rain was roaring below with great momentum.
·
In the endless darkness, the beam of light above the mecha shot far away, and two lightsabers pierced through the darkness that was as solid as a solid. The rain flashed under the light, with a rough granular feeling, falling straight down, like some kind of rolling life.
Just the day before, they had pushed the front line forward two kilometers. However, before the territory could be warmed up, the Federation sent in three times the firepower to fight back.
The soldiers were a little overwhelmed by the continuous heavy rain. Especially the birds, they are not used to the heavy rain. Many of them have arthritis and scream "It hurts so much" day and night.
Bai Ling was also getting a little impatient.
Originally according to his plan, the occupation should have been able to advance to 50%, but for some unknown reason, the federal firepower network has been extremely dense recently, and the mechanical army's strategies and tactics have become much more flexible than before.
It looked like there was a human being behind the scenes giving instructions.
If they advanced the map quickly before, it was because they were fighting against AI. Now, they have to face the deployment of the federal military.
As for the reason for the sudden change, he could probably guess a thing or two - it was nothing more than the Golden Eagle passing a message to the Federation, hoping to kill someone with a borrowed knife and let the Federation get rid of them.
But he is not so easy to mess with.
Bai Ling suddenly pulled out the spear behind him, raised his hand and nailed the mecha soldier in front of him to the ground. It made a sharp explosion, broke into pieces, and emitted wisps of black smoke.
This is the 56th one to die in his hands today.
On the other side, the heavy armored soldiers led by Sava were rushing towards the enemy matrix at a speed of 400 kilometers per hour, knocking over the enemy's main armor in one fell swoop. They were like steamrollers, chopping melons and vegetables in the scattered formation. The abdomens of countless enemy planes were cut open, and a thick black belt of engine oil meandered along their feet, only to be washed away by the rain, and this cycle repeated over and over again.
The ground was covered with broken pieces of armor, but there was a dark mass of enemies ahead, and they were actually being continuously reinforced.
Sava cursed, "Fuck, how many are there? Can someone take care of it?"
Bai Ling called on the air force to carry out a bombing raid, but the effect was minimal - they had run out of their main ammunition.
He also started to curse: "Fuck, if the defense wall is not broken, I will blow them to pieces."
The Defense Wall is the planet's native Imperial defense facility. Bai Ling had used it in his previous life, and it was quite useful. He opened a particle defense wall in front to block the enemies, and they just had to hide behind the shield and keep attacking. It could be considered a military plug-in.
But this plug-in has been broken for a long time. If we want to use it again, we have to wait until the rainy season is over and the dry season comes, and then send people to dig a big hole on the surface and connect the broken wires on the surface one by one.
Otherwise, their command signals would not be able to reach the underground and activate the defense network.
It's really frustrating to know it's right under your feet but not be able to use it.
Kidd shouted in the channel: "I can't hold on any longer here, ten minutes at most, cough cough cough... No, it's five minutes now."
Bai Ling knew that he was not in good health, so he immediately shouted the order: "Retreat! The whole army retreats!"
However, as the saying goes, a good retreat is the basis of victory. If retreating were that easy, the Dunkirk evacuation in World War II would not have gone down in history books.
Sava took the lead and Bai Ling followed behind. The team flew towards the top of the mountain in panic but tried to be as orderly as possible.
Loufeng A was one of the vanguard troops. He also wanted to retreat, but when he turned the window of his mecha, he saw a man from afar walking towards the enemy against the main force.
Which idiot is trying to kill himself? !
Leaky A turned on the loud speaker and shouted, "Danger, come back! Which team are you from? Didn't you hear the order to retreat? Hey!"
The enemy was just a single soldier, and it seemed he wasn't even wearing an exoskeleton. If he was hit by a shell, he would definitely be burned to ashes on the spot.
Loufeng A was driving a mecha. He made up his mind and turned around to rescue people, but was stopped by Bai Ling halfway.
"You dare to disobey orders?"
Leaky A hurried to explain, "No, Commander Bai, look over there, someone wants to die."
Bai Ling looked over and saw a strange scene that made his pupils shrink suddenly.
In front of the artillery matrix, there was a man in a black raincoat, holding up an axe and chopping hard at the electric pole.
One, two, three...
The concrete electric pole fell completely to the ground, and the white and purple electric beams sizzled in the bird's eyeballs, twisting and coiling like a entangled poisonous snake. However, even in such a dangerous situation, the tall man leaned down and stretched his right hand in.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—buzz!
Signal connection passed!
Bai Ling's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, purple and bluish-white beams flashed in the sky, and in the blink of an eye they formed a large net -
Leaky A was stunned: "What is that, a defense wall? Isn't it broken?!"
The entire army stopped and looked at the defense net above their heads in shock, "Who opened it?"
“Is it a miracle?”
In the distance, the man in the raincoat kicked down the stake, turned around and walked towards them. He walked slowly, with a strong sense of oppression. The axe in his left hand was at least one and a half meters long and hung behind him, leaving a long drag mark on the wet ground.
Butcher on a rainy night.
Everyone felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in their hearts, as if the axe was going to chop down their necks in the next second.
The butcher was wearing black gloves. As he walked, the glove on his right hand broke into pieces and fell off, revealing a black skin.
Everyone wanted to scream "Monster", but they quickly realized that it was the burnt hand.
However, when they nervously zoomed in through the scope, they were horrified to find that those charred fingers were growing tender new skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What an abnormal repair speed!
What race is this person and what are his intentions?
For a moment, the entire team's guns were aimed at the dark hood of the raincoat.
The Rainy Night Butcher stepped forward, and the mechas of the entire army nervously took half a step back.
It is said that the only thing that could make the Roman cavalry retreat a step was the momentum of His Majesty Caesar.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating where they were. The butcher raised his head, heavy rain rolled down his chin, revealing a semi-permanent smile.
The curve of those lips was so familiar.
Bai Ling had kissed it countless times.
The mecha lowered its head, and the searchlight shone on him, reflecting on the puddle behind him, creating a huge shadow on the ground, competing with Commander Bai's 15-meter-tall mecha.
The whole army was silent for a moment.
Then the cabin door opened, and Commander Bai, who rarely broke the rules, jumped off the plane, ran over in the water and hugged him tightly.
"Long time no see." A soft voice said.
"You bastard!" one gritted his teeth.
·
Back at the camp, the lively atmosphere quickly spread to every cabin, and people were whispering excitedly, "Mr. D is here."
"What is he doing here?"
"It seems like they are here to deliver arms."
There are no secrets in the military camp. Mr. D moved in with a lot of bags, and everyone looked at him curiously. So people talked about how he was rich enough to rival a country, yet low-key and introverted, and also talked about his earrings and watches, and how much they were worth.
Bai Ling watched him walk in slowly with a pot of flowers in his right arm. From his posture, if one didn't know him well, one would think he was entering the dance hall with his dance partner.
Bai Ling curled his lips and wanted to make a sarcastic remark.
This old thing always brings flowers when he goes out...
But later on, the concept popped into my mind.
...Fuck, he wants to live with me forever!
What on earth do you want to do!
However, no matter what people outside are talking about, the old man's mentality of fiddling with flowers and plants remains as firm as a mountain.
One pot is an ordinary spider plant, which does not need much watering, remains evergreen all year round and is the easiest to grow.
The other pot is of small mint, which is just the right size to be placed on the corner of the table and has a refreshing fragrance. If Commander Bai has a few minutes of free time at work, he can pick leaves and make tea.
Everything is carefully planned, as if he had thought about it countless times in private, which is very humane.
It was as if he was not an emperor who came to inspect the battle situation at the front line.
Gardener is his main job.
Bai Ling thought in between moments, this was truly the return of his soul...
The logistics department came to ask about the sleeping arrangements. As an arms supplier, he must be arranged in a separate large cabin, which must be comfortable.
Mr. D turned his head, his eyes passed through the crowd and reached Bai Ling's face, then seemed to turn back casually.
It's like giving up power, and also like bait.
Bai Ling was furious at his gaze, so he said angrily, "Why are you asking? I'll arrange his accommodation."
If we really force this monster to sleep in a single room, the entire military camp will be haunted tonight.
The door was closed, and Yu Chen unbuttoned his raincoat in a gentle manner, and then he made his attitude clear: "There is enough food and grass, and I want to sleep in Commander Bai's tent tonight."
He is so righteous.
Bai Ling sneered: "You should know that you are also part of the food supply."
The slender fingers suddenly stopped at the buttonhole, and the mermaid said politely and meaningfully: "It is an honor to be Commander Bai's food."
Bai Ling raised his chin: "I'm very picky, if the skills are not good enough, I will return the product."
He was still resentful that he didn't have a good time in the pool last time.
Yu Chen smiled: "You can return it, but I would recommend re-shipping it."
AI passed by and took away the raincoat, secretly exclaiming: "Little mechanical bird, you'd better take it easy. The owner has been abstaining from sex for a month and a half and has not eaten enough, so he will eat in revenge."
But Bai Ling had no idea.
He glanced at the fish changing its clothes slowly. The lines of its back muscles were as sharp as knife cuts, with edges and corners. The muscular strength seemed to penetrate into human blood vessels, and he felt his face getting hot even through the air.
Bai Ling gritted his teeth: Fish that is close to the edge!
He took off his raincoat and put on a French shirt, just like there was only a fine line between a butcher and a husband.
But others can become Buddhas as soon as they put down their butcher knives, but he is not like that. As a husband, he is also a devilish husband who can corner people without making a sound, and his methods are more skilled and domineering than those of the emperor in his autumn hunt.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Yu Chen discovered that Bai Ling was actually nervous. The Omega was flirting with him verbally, but his body was somewhat resisting. When he approached, he could clearly see his pupils shrinking in reaction.
That is the biological instinctive vigilance.
Yu Chen recalled what happened in the past month, leaned over and whispered:
"Are you afraid of me?"
At this point, it would be forgivable to call him a monster, a pervert, or a psychopath.
He was very close, and the body temperature and pheromones between the two began to blend again.
The bird seemed startled and subconsciously grabbed his arm that was supporting it, as if trying to distance itself, and its fingers pressed tighter and tighter. He paused for a moment, struggled for a long time, turned his head and admitted with difficulty:
"Not really... I'm reborn."
Rebirth? Yes, birds are like that. Even if you raise a bird from childhood, if you don't go home for a while after it grows up, it will go through a rebirth period. This is a habit deeply embedded in our DNA.
Yu Chen took the initiative to make some distance to allow him to adapt, and gently comforted him:
"I'm glad you took the initiative to tell me instead of just going into a unilateral cold war for three days."
Bai Ling stated the facts expressionlessly: "I'm very busy and don't have time for a cold war."
Yu Chen thought, no wonder those little alphas love to listen to his straightforward commands, I love it too.
Not having time for a cold war is also a straightforward way of cherishing someone.
Yu Chen had no experience in dealing with "resurrection", or rather, no one had ever dared to treat him like this. It is something that no person in a high position would like to see when someone you have finally gotten to know becomes cold and indifferent one day.
But he was extremely patient with Bai Ling and understood and accepted this fact very well.
He was even thoughtful enough to leave space for people to sleep on the floor outside.
"I brought my own quilt and pillow, don't worry."
Bai Ling: "No, your tail is too big and you will trip me when I go to the toilet in the middle of the night."
Yu Chen moved in and promised: "No, I will keep my human form."
Bai Ling: "...There will be an urgent report at night, and others will come in and see you sleeping in the small hall."
Yu Chen explained: "I have good hearing and will get up before they knock on the door."
Weird... so weird... what is this for!
I'm willing to make such sacrifices to stay with him.
Bai Ling could no longer bear it, so he turned over and rode on him, grabbing his collar and saying uncontrollably:
"What on earth are you doing? You are the emperor. You should be staying in the rear to listen to the victory report. How can you run to the front line?"
It's too dangerous.
You dared to grab the electric wire with your hands. I'm lucky you didn't get electrocuted.
"You shouldn't have come!" he said firmly and sternly.
He thought that if he said it so directly, the other party would try to convince him as usual, saying "I really shouldn't have come, but..." and so on.
But to his surprise, the mermaid made no attempt to defend herself.
Instead, the mermaid put her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said in a pious and repentant tone:
"I should have come a long time ago."
I don't want to sit here and die in rot. He wanted to go crazy for once. Even though such an action would be absolutely wrong and irrational in the eyes of any politician, he still felt that he should come and had wanted to come for a long time...
If he could not be taken away, he would come on his own. This time, he had a healthy body, flexible legs and feet, clear eyes, and most importantly, he knew and accompanied Commander Bird, and he had enough ground to stand with them.
He was very happy, as if he had finally found the opportunity to take a long-dreamed-of trip, to participate in the things he most wanted to see, and to meet the people he most wanted to meet. It was a pilgrimage-like state of mind.
He had never been so impatient before, but he was happy about it.
So he followed his heart and said:
"I'm so glad to meet you. If you don't mind, I'd like to chat with you."
He blended restraint and desire into an upward tone.
Bai Ling stroked his thick and soft golden curly hair, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.
It was like an old monster that traveled through time and space, overcame difficulties, and finally came to him covered in scars. For fear of scaring him, the words it used were sincere and polite with an inhuman touch.
He knew the danger, but couldn't help but open the door and let it in.
Bai Ling agreed quickly: "Okay, I'm free."
No time for cold war, time for chatting.
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