Dressed As Cannon Fodder In Interstellar Text A

"The passage of the Tiandi Galaxy will be opened in a few months." Jiang Cheng stared at the youngest son in Linglan's arms, his eyes full of complexity, and he didn't know whether this matter was good or bad.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Lan exclaimed in exclamation by the news. He calmed down after hearing his son's cry. While coaxing his son, he said anxiously, "Ayue is a fourth-level spiritualist, go to Tiandi Is the galaxy too dangerous?"

"Ayue said that he learned the spirituality of the Tiandi galaxy, which is different from ordinary spiritualists. Although it is at level four, he can protect himself, and even condensed a spiritual body, and he will be out of combat when he is at level five." If not. Having seen the spiritual body of the spiritual man with his own eyes, Jiang Cheng might think that his son is talking in sleep.

But in this way, Jiang Yue's ability to win the empire exchange match is not entirely based on luck and trickery.

Ling Lan was even more worried when he heard that, "How could Jiang Yue come into contact with the spiritual beings of the Tiandi Galaxy, this must not be said, so as not to be regarded as an accomplice."

With the lessons learned from the five princes of the empire, if someone finds that Jiang Yue also has a mental body, he might still be labeled as that group.

"He said that it was Lingfeng who taught him. Shu Ya's spiritual skills fell on Lingfeng's hands, and Lingfeng gave it to A Yue." Shu Ya and Ling Xijian have not been seen yet, and Jiang Cheng suspects these two. Man has died in Mo Yan's hands, and it seems to be very experienced when Mo Yan fought against the sixth-level spirits last time.

"Really?" When Ling Lan heard that Ling Feng had given such a valuable thing to Jiang Yue, his face couldn't hide his surprise, "These two boys are hiding so tightly."

Let’s forget about Lingfeng. My son, Linglan, knows best. Jiang Yue likes to show off something a bit. This time he could hold back even she didn’t say. If it wasn’t for going to the Tiandi galaxy, I’m afraid they would still be deceived. In the dark.

"A Yue is right to do this. The fewer people who know about this, the better, and the son has grown up." Jiang Cheng is very pleased with his son's recent performance, perhaps it is time to let him go out and venture out on his own.

"Then you really want him to go?" Linglan probably understood her husband's thoughts when he heard his tone, his face was a little erratic.

"The Tiandi galaxy is indeed more suitable for spiritual learning. The spiritual learning exercises are much better than ours, and Lieutenant General Pang's son will also go. The two of them grew up together and can take care of each other when they are there." Jiang Cheng held. Partner's hand.

"Will Xiaojun go too?" Leng Lan didn't expect that Vice General Pang would be willing to let her baby son leave.

"Not only Ajun, but Jiang Chi's quota has also been set." Jiang Cheng felt that he had to move faster, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to fix the fifty quotas.

"Your second brother is not only Jiang Chi alone, how can the Federation agree to it?" When Ling Lan mentioned Jiang Song, his face was a little dull.

Jiang Cheng’s mother and father passed away very early. Jiang Song was born to Jiang Cheng’s stepmother. If there is a stepmother in his father’s place, he would be more partial to his second younger brother. Fortunately, Jiang Cheng is protected by the old man of the Jiang family. Jiang Song's ambitions are too great, and Ling Lan often feels that Rumang is backing her up, making her uncomfortable. In addition, Jiang Chi's recent actions are somewhat eager for quick success, making Ling Lan even more unhappy.

"The second brother should have paid a price to exchange for a place with the Federation." With the power of their First Army Corps, it is not difficult for Jiang Song to want a place.

Ling Lan thought that a group of boys around him were about to leave, and his heart suddenly became empty, "It seems that the Federation will be much deserted in a few months."

"That's not necessarily." Jiang Cheng saw his partner's puzzled eyes and smiled, "Lingfeng sold the formula of the fertility aid to the Federation, and the next days should be very lively."

They already have two babies here, one from the father-in-law and mother-in-law, and Lieutenant General Pang’s partner is about to give birth. After having these small carrot heads, I am afraid that they will not be cleaned. In addition, before only Lingfeng made the medicine, The number of sales is limited and will be controlled by the federal government in the future. As long as the procedures are complete, they can be purchased, and there will only be more and more children.

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"Mo Yan, are you looking for Xiaofeng?" Lingtian saw the people walking into the studio with a gentle smile on his face.

"Well, he's not here with Big Brother?" Mo Yan looked at Lingtian's studio alone, asking strangely.

When I woke up in the morning and found that the place beside him was empty, Lingfeng liked to sleep until he woke up naturally when he had no tasks. He disappeared so early today that he thought he had come to Lengtian.

"No, he might have gone to the mecha room." Ling Tian thought that his brother asked him for the tools in the morning, which should be for the two mechas.

"Oh, thank you elder brother." As soon as he heard Mo Yan in the mecha room, he said to Lingtian and left.

The mecha room was not far from Lengtian's studio, and Mo Yan heard the sound coming from the mecha room after crossing the two corridors, and the steps under his feet hesitated.

"My love attacks you from all sides, to make you unable to breathe, my love attacks you from all directions, you are in the palm of my hand, my love attacks you from all directions, I want to occupy your heart, my love from all directions Attack you, don't want to run away."

In the empty mecha room, Lin Feng stood on the ladder and brushed the oil on the blue soul armor, singing the song of the mountains and the wild passionately in his mouth. The lack of sound filled the entire mecha room but did not affect his interest at all.

When Mo Yan walked to the door of the mecha room, he was attracted by the two redesigned mechas. He even ignored the singing of magic sounds. He stared blankly at the fiery red machine with golden flame clouds. First.

Perceiving the breath of stranger, Lingfeng's singing stopped suddenly, turning his head to look at the person at the door, rubbing his nose with some embarrassment, "Moring, why don't you make a sound when you came."

"Seeing you sing intently, I didn't bother you." Mo Yan stepped forward and walked to his mecha. After looking closely, he discovered that the feathers of the Vermillion Bird's tail were looming in the golden flame cloud.

Hearing the words ridiculed by Mo Yan, Ling Feng seldom got a little hot, "I just hum."

Mo Yan didn't laugh at him anymore, pointing to his mecha and turning his head and asked, "You drew this."

"It's not that I painted it. I designed the pattern in the painting machine, and the machine painted it directly." Lingfeng also wanted to try painting by himself, but was afraid that the painting would be ugly.

"Why do you brush the oil yourself if there is a machine?" Mo Yan looked at him with a brush in his hand and his face was puzzled.

"There are things that machines can't do." Lingfeng beckoned to strangers with a mysterious face, "Come here and I will tell you."

Mo Yan stepped forward and stood in front of the elevator, looking up at him, "Huh?"

"Get closer." After Lingfeng finished speaking, watching Mo Yan stood on tiptoe, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, leaned down and touched Mo Yan's stretched lips, and deepened the kiss while the other party hadn't reacted. In the entire mecha room, only the sound that accidentally leaked when the mouth met.

Until their lips separate, a silver thread will link them closely together. Lingfeng holds things in both hands, and can only use his mouth close to the corner of Mo Yan’s lips and lick it twice, looking at the golden eyes. With a bewilderment, I couldn't help but chuckle, and the low and bewitching voice said in Mo Yan's ear, "Where does the machine have this kind of sentiment."

Mo Yan's ears were reddened by his actions, but he didn't refute anything. He picked up a bucket of protective oil next to him and began to oil his red mecha. It took a while before he pretended to ask casually, "You Do you like blue?"

Before Lingfeng's soul armor was blue with flame patterns, this time I used sea blue with white water patterns, which seemed more pleasing to the eye.

"As the saying goes, red and blue have produced cp since ancient times. Since you like red, of course I have to cooperate with you." Lingfeng blinked at the stranger with an ambiguous expression.

Suddenly, he thought of Lei Feng jumping off the ladder again, took out the red paint and brush, and drew a blazing red lips on the chest of his soul armor.

Turning his head to the stranger who was staring at him curiously, "It's not like the kiss of fire left by your mecha."

Strange words:...

"Hehe, or I will leave some traces of love on your mecha too." Lingfeng did as he thought of it, changed the blue paint and drew a lip print on the chest of the stranger mecha, "Look, This is the blue sea kiss from my soul armor."

Strange words:...

Lingfeng seemed to be addicted to playing, and found white paint again, and added a few strokes to the belly of the stranger mecha.

Mo Yan frowned and looked at the extra white water stains on the mecha, and suddenly an unknown premonition surged in his heart, "What is this?"

"This is the unidentified liquid left by the Mecha's affection." Lingfeng said shyly.

Mo Yan looked at the white paint on the ventral side of the red soul armor, and then at the awkward smile on Lingfeng's face and narrowed his eyes. He always felt that this person seemed to be itchy for too long, and his fists were squeezed. ring.

"Mo Yan, don't get angry first, or else." Lingfeng smiled at Mo Yan's response and walked to his soul armor and added a few strokes on the abdomen, "This is even."

As soon as the voice fell, a dangerous breath suddenly struck, and Ling Feng dropped the pen in his hand and dodged back vigorously, avoiding the stranger's attack.

"Moyan, domestic violence is not right, you can't murder your husband." Lingfeng dodged and screamed while being chased, and the charming atmosphere left in the mecha room was instantly destroyed.

I originally wanted to come to my brother’s side to see if the new mecha needs any help, but as soon as I pushed the door of the armor room, I saw the flirting and cursing two people in it stopped, and quickly retreated out and didn’t forget to give the door. Take it, and secretly said to myself that it was not the right time for me to come, I didn't expect my brother to have such a good relationship with Mo Yan in private.

Lingfeng was chased by a stranger and beaten painfully. When he saw Lingtian appeared, he was happy that he was finally saved. But before he could speak, he watched the door of the mecha room being closed again. He couldn't help but wailed, as expected. It's a person walking by the lake without wet shoes, this time the edge test completely failed.

"Wipe clean, brush the oil well, and don't be lazy." When the stranger was beaten up, he clapped his hands and stood aside to direct Lingfeng to work.

"Good!" Ling Feng pressed the big bag on his head, quickly wiped off the white paint on the abdomen of the two mechas, and reapplied a layer of protective oil, but the lip print on his chest was left as if he had forgotten it. Down.

Mo Yan naturally noticed Lingfeng's small movements, but didn't say anything, only pursed his lips reluctantly and somewhat funny.