Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 283 Starship Captain is a Merchant ([-])

Chapter 311 It’s better for the fish in Linyuan to retreat and build a net

The atmosphere became a bit serious. Although the man put on a joking gesture, An Mo felt extremely nervous, as if there were many invisible big hands around her that bound her existence, ready to destroy her in the next second.

Every thought, every thought of hers is within the capture range of the other party, which feels terrible, and she clearly realizes that everything is not an illusion.

Maybe it's because Liyuan has never released her sense of oppression, or maybe it's because she has never felt the breath of a lover in the man in front of her. An Mo feels that this is the most dangerous person she has ever come into contact with, bar none.

At this time, all the pretense will be exposed, and only the true expression can gain a chance of life.

She let go of her anxiety and devoted herself to the original owner. From now on, she was this elf-like creature. She didn't remember who the tasker, An Mo, was.

"I..." So the long-lost sense of helplessness hit An Mo. She didn't know what to say and what to do to resolve this crisis. Her voice suddenly became dry, and then she slowly lowered her head and began to take a deep breath silently.

Immediately after raising his head, An Mo's expression was briefly dazed, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice suddenly choked in his throat, turning into gasps of fright, "Heh—"

Behind the man, the huge window that simulated the change of day and night in the past is reflecting bright firelight. A bean-sized fireball is constantly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, surpassing the outline of the man's head in an instant.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, An Mo's instinct to protect the suspected mission target as a tasker broke out, and he rushed forward, trying to push the man to the ground: "Be careful!"

——The expected touch did not feed back to the body. An Mo didn't even touch the corner of the man's clothes before he was held in place by an invisible force.

Outside the window, the fireball broke through the last barrier of the battleship, and the flames mixed with metal fragments came through the wind, engulfing the man and her in the next second.

She thought she could only watch the tragedy happen helplessly, and went to the underworld with the man, but she saw the handsome man in front of her with gray hair and no wind, his thin lips outlined an evil arc.

The moment is magnificent and breathtaking.

If Jue was still suspicious of An Mo's ulterior motives, then the other party's desperate pounce just now and the undisguised worry in his eyes were enough to eliminate the previous gap.

In the end, he just sighed, as if saying "silly girl", and then stretched out his hand to cover An Mo's eyes, which were getting bigger and bigger due to fright.

The expected cracking sound did not resound, and An Mo's uneasy trembling gradually subsided under the warm palm of the man who seemed to be soothing, but he still dared not open his eyes, lest the long eyelashes across the opponent's palm would disturb him and endanger him. life.

A sudden knock on the door broke into his ears, causing An Mo to tremble, and then he heard someone outside the door reporting the real-time battle situation.

Men's warships are naturally not bad. The super-advanced metals have created a super-first-class defense system. Therefore, except for the "specially cared for" men's exclusive lounge, other places on the battleship have not been breached at all. The personnel are also carrying out the work that they should be responsible for in an orderly manner.

The man responded with "Got it", and then whispered in An Mo's ear, "Good boy, don't look into my eyes later."

As he said that, Jue let go of the hand covering An Mo's eyes, saw that she was still closing his eyes very obediently, pursed his lips, and lifted her up on his arm to sit firmly, as if holding her with one hand. Live like her.

"Open your eyes, just don't look up." Even though he was sitting in the man's arms, An Mo's voice was still condescending, and the sexy magnetic voice was transmitted through his chest, which was even more intimidating.

With the man's fingers patted on the top of his head, An Mo obediently opened his eyes, lowered his head obediently and did not dare to raise his head, his body was a little too stiff.

Forgetting the identity of the tasker An Mo, although a little more real, but also a little less courageous.

The man didn't think much about it, and it was the first time he got along like this. An Mo was a little nervous, so before he acted, he took the initiative to tighten his arms, and pulled him into his arms until he pressed against his chest: "Sit down obediently."

The scene in front of him was changing rapidly, and the whistling wind was blowing. An Mo realized that in just a few seconds, he had left the battleship and was in the vast universe.

This is the first time she has come into contact with the endless space after coming to this world, and it is also the experience of traveling at high speed among many fragmented star belts.

However, if the speed is fast, it will be fast, but there is no feeling in the body. An Mo knew that the man should be protecting him, so he didn't get too distracted by the new scene, and immediately thought about the three sentences the man said just now.

He seemed to like to use the word "good", and thinking of his petite figure, An Mo had to guess that the other party treated him like a pet again.

"Is it fun?" Just as she was thinking wildly, the man's deep and steady voice stopped her racing thoughts, "We are going to chase down the leader of the sneak attack, are you afraid?"

An Mo shook his head, feeling hot in his heart when he thought that his cheek was rubbing against the man's chest with only a layer of short hair between them.

When people are vulnerable, they always have a great impression of people or things that give them a sense of security.

An Mo didn't speak, and the man didn't care. He was in a particularly good mood at the moment, so he continued, "What were you thinking at the moment before the explosion just now?"

An Mo shook his head again, then finally spoke as if remembering something, "I don't want you to die."

It's "don't want you to die", not "you don't want to die".

The man's heart felt an inexplicable itch caused by this word sequence. It was brief for less than half a second, but it was still clearly captured by him, and then amplified infinitely.

Changing An Mo this time interrupted his thoughts: "What about you? How did you predict this crisis?"

As soon as the words fell, An Mo felt that he was so stupid. How could a man be so powerful that he could be called "supernatural powers", so how could he not be able to avoid this mere fireball.

Just when she wanted to take back this seemingly stupid question, the man answered in a serious manner, but the words were a little rambling, which made her unable to figure out the reason: "The crystal amber is mixed with bright fiery red, it's quite beautiful."

"What?" she asked reflexively.

Why did Duanduan suddenly talk about color matching?
The man squinted his eyes happily, lowered his head to look at An Mo while flying, then pressed his chin slightly, and remembered that the other party couldn't look into his eyes at this time, so he looked back to the front, and said after a long while, "Guess."

So, there was a long silence.

An Mo thought hard, but she couldn't find a solution. It might be some kind of code. She made a non-ending ending to this question in her heart.

"It's your eyes." The man said suddenly.

　It is 22:18 now, and I just opened the software to prepare for codewords.

　　My grandma fell last weekend and suffered a slight fracture in her waist. She is 80 years old and cannot have surgery, massage or correction, and can only support her. My parents are busy with work. I have been taking care of grandma on weekends, cooking and so on. I haven't updated it for a weekend, and only saved a few hundred words scatteredly. I'm sorry for you, and I'm very grateful to you who are still waiting. I love you more and more every day, so I still have to stick to the codewords at such a late hour today.

　　Originally, I packed up and prepared the code words at eight o'clock, but my colleague called me and chatted until now, because I was about to resign, and she wanted to persuade me.

　　Half of the reason is because I want to take care of my grandma, and the other half is because my work is not going my way recently. A little girl with a background came to complain every day, looking for trouble. It's ridiculous that the work is not serious.

　　Originally, the location was far away from home, and it would take nearly an hour. Now that I have been calculated like this, and caught up with this indiscriminate leadership, I have no motivation. I will leave at the end of the month, so I can concentrate on caring. Here you go.

　　I plan not to look for another job after leaving my job, but to concentrate on coding at home for a while, and try to write some magazine manuscripts. I really love coding, and I really love you, and I don’t want to give up.

　　That's it, be careful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)