Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

non-human or something...

Song Le's reaction to Jiang Jue for the first time was silence, and he knocked on the small customer service window in his mind:

"Customer service. Customer service, come out."

"What's the matter dear?"

"That spray," Song Le felt dazed when he recalled it, "I always feel something weird."

"Where is it dear?"

"For example... can you open the handcuffs with bare hands?"

Song Le glanced at the palm of his hand, there was only a slight red mark, and there was a slight burning sensation when he held it, but it was still within the tolerable range.

But a normal person can't do that, right? !

However, the customer service said: "My dear, that is a normal bonus ability."

After calculating during this period, it can be roughly inferred that the data, height, weight, measurements and physical fitness, all belong to the category of ordinary girls.

——What a conscientious seller.

He has no doubts about his strength. After all, the world is so big and his talents are extraordinary, so there is nothing wrong with him.

The slender index fingers of both hands unconsciously tapped.

"I'm just a little anxious when I think that you will be injected with something bad." Song Le explained half-truth and half-false.

Then I realized that walking straight, I had already passed the gate of the community, Song Le: "..."

The more Song Le listened, the more puzzled he became: "Qualified product, what is that?"

……

"Ah."

"Normally, the spray can affect the user's mentality, but more importantly, it can increase the user's ability, otherwise there will be a sick heart, but no ability to protect or kill - that can't be called a qualified product Oh dear, we will not put this kind of product on the shelves."

What was shown just now is even more... Jiang Jue narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his lips unconsciously changed into an almost imperceptible arc.

As expected, Song Le breathed a sigh of relief.

The two returned to the apartment, Song Le went to cook, and Jiang Jue sat on the sofa to ease the uncomfortable mood of the day.

But occasional character changes, subtle.

Song Le finally ended the conversation with the customer service with a half-knowledge.

In fact, it always feels a little perverted.

Leading Jiang Jue back resentfully, Song Le felt a little embarrassed, and replied carefully, "Are you scared by me...?"

Don't you think it's a particularly scary muscular girl?

But Jiang Jue didn't answer as she wished, but just said in a low voice, "Wugan."

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Hearing this, Jiang Jue said indifferently and honestly, "A little bit."

It's just that she doesn't understand the purpose of taking him home and keeping him with her.

Song Le frowned, very suspicious.

The customer service patiently explained: "Qualified products need to be able to help users complete tasks."

"Ah."

Song Le bit her lip at a loss, and finally asked: "Then why... look at me?"

"...Is, is it normal?"

Anyway, Jiang Jue wasn't afraid of her, but...Jiang Jue, is there anything to be afraid of?

"I...I'm not, I'm always like that." Song Le was embarrassed, thinking back carefully just now, she still felt ashamed of the second grade.

For some reason, that push made his emotions, which had always been indifferent and numb, tremble slightly.

But Jiang Jue is always a faint monosyllabic word.

Pursing his lips, he lightly crossed his hands and placed them on his knees.

On the other side, after Gao Yuan received the report on the situation, her beautiful eyes widened: "What?!"

"Yes, Miss Gao..."

"she?"

Subconsciously, Gao Yuan wanted to curse angrily, but the moment she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered the evil feeling she felt last time.

He couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, the nails he just made were still wet, and they were imprinted on the palm of his hand.