The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Just when Jun Mo Yao was feeling uneasy.

Staring at the terrifying caged monster in front of him, his pupils, which had become huge due to genetic mutation, shrank violently.

Jun Moyao, who has been paying attention to the other party's reaction since he took out the painting, managed to capture this.

The man was overjoyed, and tentatively called out in a low voice: Long Lingyun? Brother Long?

Although the monster in the cage didn't respond to him, those huge pupils remained on the painting in his hand.

The expression of some fear at first gradually calmed down with the appearance of the painting.

Faced with such a change, Jun Moyao had a little more hope for it.

In order not to be disturbed by people here, Jun Moyao temporarily arranged a high-level defensive cover around the room from the beginning.

As the supreme power in the interstellar world, his wisdom and combat power are beyond words.

Maybe his combat strength is not as good as the older generation of the five major families, but, coupled with his wisdom, he can still do it if he wants to deal with the older generation.

The reason why the first rescue target was set on Long Lingyun.

It is because he understands it, and knows its origin and unresolvable racial conflicts.

The most critical point is the relationship between the two of them as a teacher, friend, brother and father back then.

The kind of tacit understanding and mutual care cultivated between life and death, and the life-and-death friendship that grew up with each other, made Jun Moyao trust him no less than Jonce.

Therefore, after learning that Si Ling's work had a corresponding effect, the first thing he thought of was the monster in front of him.

Can you... keep it?

Just when Jun Moyao was full of thoughts, a mental wave sounded awkwardly in his mind.

Jun Moyao looked at the monster in the cage happily, and asked in a low voice, Brother Long, how do you...how do you feel?

Long Lingyun listened to this undisguised voice, and then looked at the unaffected joy in his eyes.

Mental fluctuations reappeared: You...are that little guy from back then?

The reason why I didn't speak directly,

It's because it is still in a mutated state at this moment, and its mouth is a beast roar.

Still can't communicate with people normally.

Yes, it's me.

Jun Moyao understood its state at the moment, and asked worriedly, Is this painting useful to you? Can it really relieve your pain?

Long Lingyun nodded slightly, and there was a mental wave: Is it more than useful?

The effect of this thing is much greater than the effect seen through the live broadcast room.

During the mental fluctuations, its huge eyes kept staring at the painting in front of it.

If you get angry and make a wrong eye, the effect will disappear.

Jun Moyao can feel the excitement and joy in its heart through its mental fluctuations, as well as a trace of imperceptible anxiety.

For this reason, Jun Mo Yao didn't try to guess where the anxiety came from.

Instead, he looked at it seriously and said, I can leave this to you, but...

What do you want, after I recover, I will try my best to find it for you.

Before Jun Moyao finished speaking, it couldn't wait to pick up the conversation, As long as you can say it, I will do my best to do it.

I don't ask too much.

Jun Moyao felt the urgency in its heart through its mental fluctuations, and quickly raised his hand to appease the pressure, I just want you to take control of your family as soon as possible after you recover.

Listening to his request, Long Lingyun couldn't help but look at him in astonishment: What kind of request is this?

Even if I control the Dragon Shadow Clan, what good will it do you?

In Long Lingyun's view, a person who can easily produce the works of the anchor mother, the power and strength behind him are not comparable to the Longying Clan.

Jun Moyao: What if... I tell you, my name is Jun Moyao?