The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

Crack! Court death!

Enneir was enraged by Lan Qing's words, and he slapped him with his hand.

Lan Qing was so fancied that her whole head was turned nearly Baidu, and a clear slap print instantly appeared on her originally fair cheeks.

Before she could react, a rough hand appeared on her neck.

A part of the gene was turned on, and the palm of the hand turned into a wild goose's wing, and gently stroked along Lan Qing's back.

With a hiss sound, Lan Qing only felt a chill on her back, and the clothes made of special materials on her body were cut open.

Lan Qing guessed what might happen to her, her face was full of sadness.

The girl closed her eyes helplessly, and tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes.

The heart is full of despair: Let me die, it is best to die, and there is no need to have any hope for this society after death.

In this desperate moment, time seems to pass very slowly.

Waiting for the dirtiest and cruelest despair in this world.

It's just that she seemed to have waited for a long time, but she didn't feel that something guessed happened.

Lan Qing's cold heart slowly warmed up, and then she opened her eyes cautiously, with a trace of astonishment in her eyes.

The first thing that catches the eyelids is Ennel's disgusting and ugly face.

It's just that this face stopped stiffly at a distance of about three centimeters from her, neither advancing nor retreating.

The girl's lips moved, resisting the panic in her heart, trying to distance herself from Ennel.

Only then did he realize that the neck that was originally controlled by him was easily out of the opponent's control.

The whole process is very slow to describe, in fact, from the time her clothes were scratched by the tip of the wings to the present, at most five seconds have passed.

are you OK?

Before Lan Qing could see the specific situation clearly, a long-lost voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, she found Ennel's body, stiff and thrown into the corner like garbage.

And in front of you,

It's a figure I haven't seen for a long time.

Lan Qing stared blankly at the peerless face in front of her eyes, and swallowed hard.

While her lips were twitching, she whispered to herself, I'm hallucinating, I must be hallucinating.

How can I see sister Lingling at this time? At this time, sister Lingling should rest at home with the child.

It must be that I am unwilling to end my life and never have the chance to see her again, so I have such a dreamy and beautiful hallucination.

It must be so.

In order to convince herself powerfully, she emphasized it once more.

Si Lingling couldn't help feeling deeply ashamed when the girl who loved to laugh became what she is now.

She squatted down in front of the girl slowly, reaching out to caress her red and swollen face.

The wood-type supernatural power gently brushed over the injured area, and Lan Qing's small face instantly returned to normal.

At the same time, the corners of her lips raised, and she greeted her softly: Long time no see, girl Lan Qing.

Listening to this long-lost voice, tears dripped from Lan Qing's eyes.

Stuttering response: Okay... long time... long time no see.

Sister Lingling, long time no see.

Lan Qing's voice was choked up very badly, she almost choked out every word, just one sentence, seven words, and she said it for several seconds.

Sorry, I just came to see you now.

Si Lingling felt really guilty about what happened to Lan Qing.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the girl into her arms, patted her on the back and whispered softly: I've made you wronged, it's Miss Lingling's fault.

No...don't blame Miss Lingling.

Lan Qing nestled in her arms, her tears wet the skirt of her clothes in an instant like a flood that had opened its gates.

But the girl shook her head vigorously and retorted: Qing'er is already very content to see Sister Lingling at the end of her life.

Really, Qing'er doesn't blame Miss Lingling.