Chapter 152: Father's Honor
Qianzhi looked drowsily at the sky outside where the morning light was just beginning to appear.
From last night till now, she has been in and out of consciousness and has no idea what time it is.
A little sweet taste warmed her stomach, but the next moment the man asked her for the price of that sweetness.
Her sore waist was lifted up by his arms with bulging veins. Ming grabbed her hands and let her arms wrap around his neck, allowing her to be close to his chest and giving the girl in his arms a support point.
He held her up, and suddenly relaxed his fingers that were gripping her soft waist, cruelly letting her fall downwards.
Ming leaned forward and used his lips to silence Qianzhi's lips before they could make any sound.
He stared at Qianzhi's unclosed and distracted eyes.
There was a small, light-colored mole between the folds of the girl's eyelids, which could only be seen if one stared closely at her slightly drooping eyes.
Moreover, when the wet water vapor touched her eyelashes and stuck them together in clusters, the color of the small mole became brighter, purer and more lusty.
It wasn't until the bright sunlight cast spots of light on the curtains that Ming rubbed his sweaty hair, picked up the girl who had already fainted, and walked towards the bathroom.
The father is as valuable as the son.
Would this make his relationship with her closer than with other men?
As he thought about it, the gentle rubbing of his palm suddenly slowed down.
Qianqian is still a child, who else does she need a child for?
Besides, his eyes are gloomy.
He couldn't stand having one more thing competing for thousands of eyes.
"I warn you again, don't overdo it."
It was rare for Xiweier to wear a dark combat uniform in a low-key manner, but it was still a close-fitting style. He deliberately stood in the upwind direction, allowing the pheromone scent of the S-level sentinel on his body to float towards the girl below.
He glanced at Lord Siming, who was wearing a black robe next to him, and narrowed his narrow eyes with a hint of threat.
"You took Qianqian to such a dangerous place, and even kept her for so long under the pretext of helping her sober up." Xiweier gritted his teeth. "If anything really happened to her, the military would never let you go."
It was already the morning of the third day when the girl reappeared before them.
The smell of alcohol and pheromones on her body permeated her entire body, and the smell made her dizzy for a whole day before she slowly regained consciousness.
Seville was furious.
His mental power emerged from his body along with his subconscious, condensing into icy feathers, almost piercing through the seemingly bright and elegant Lord Sima Ming.
It was Ian who patted him on the shoulder from behind and made him come to his senses.
He had no right to blame Ming.
All the sentinels are doing whatever it takes to attract the little dodder.
The same goes for him.
Just one step slower than Ming.
The blue peacock curled its lips at Ming.
What's so great about two?
His ability in other areas of service is absolutely incomparable to that of Lord Sima Ming.
"Really? Then Admiral Gwen needs to work harder." Ming was not afraid of Sylvie's gaze at all. Instead, he ignored Sylvie's direction and waved to the girl standing at the checkpoint.
Sylvie immediately changed his threatening expression and waved in Qianzhi's direction with a smile.
Qianzhi waved to them and was grabbed by the hand beside her.
Bo Lan seemed to unintentionally hold her hand in his palm and pull her towards him.
"Qianqian, this place is not completely safe yet. It's better for you to stay closer to me."
His eyes swept over the people who passed the checkpoint and received the Imperial Temporary Residence Permit.
For some reason, his subconscious mind always conveys a sense of unease.
As if something was going to happen.
"—My child! Someone come and save him!"
A young mother was standing outside the checkpoint, holding her five or six-year-old child in her arms, tears in her eyes.
The child in her arms was twitching, his eyelids rolled up, and saliva in bubbles flowed from his mouth.
A homeless-looking man behind the mother and the child took two steps back, as if disgusted with them, with his heels almost touching the edge of the checkpoint—the interstellar border.
"What happened?" The guard next to him came over.
"He has a natural spiritual body, but it's hard to control." The mother looked to the side pleadingly with tears in her eyes, "Excuse me, who is the guide? Please help my child!"
The little hand in Bo Lan's palm moved, and the girl broke free from his hand and walked quickly towards the mother without a moment's thought.
"I am," she said gently but firmly, extending her hand in the boy's direction.
At the same time, Bo Lan, who was walking towards them, felt a strong sense of unease again.
He frowned and strode towards Qianzhi.
Right at this moment.
The toddler, whose head was tilted and twitching in Qianzhi's palm, suddenly opened his eyes.
There are no pupils in the eyes, but countless micro machines creaking and turning.
Immediately afterwards, the mother let out a low whistle that was not like a human voice, and her body quickly expanded, turning into a large net composed of body tissue, blocking the sentries approaching Qianzhi and the boy.
Click, click.
The child's body made a countdown sound.
Before anyone could take up attack or defense postures—
boom--
The toddler suddenly exploded!
The terrifying air wave brought by the huge explosion knocked almost everyone present to the ground. The mutant mother was shattered by the flames of the explosion, leaving only scattered bones and tissues.
And the girl's location.
It's already empty.
Bo Lan got up from the ground.
The tinnitus from the explosion made him unable to hear anything, and the smell of gunpowder and burning flesh spread to his nose.
He almost used up all his strength to pounce on it, scratching in vain at the place where Qianzhi had once stood.
Thousand branches——Thousand branches——
Until a big hand from behind grabbed his collar and pushed him aside.
"Calm down, Admiral Bo Lan."
That was Ian's voice.
The Imperial Marshal had a blank expression on his face, but the murderous intent emanating from him was like a knife, slicing everyone present.
"She's not dead."
The artificial intelligence detector extended its robotic arm, extended its scanner, and made a beeping sound after obtaining the result in a few seconds.
Ian took the test report and clenched his jaw slightly.
"It seems that it is time for some people to clearly understand the consequences of angering the Empire."
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