Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Zhu Baishao got up from the bed, rummaged through the drawer on the side and found a device chip for recording, and fumbled and inserted it into the card slot at the back of his neck.

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"Don't waste my career. I want Yan Mu to try what blissful fantasy is."

Having made up her mind, she relaxed and prepared to rest well for tomorrow.

When she fell asleep, the carnival in the Dark Night City had just begun. Neon lights were everywhere, the air was foggy, and occasionally there would be a gust of wind in the distance, bringing about the sound of small-scale gunfire.

The City of Dark Night has never been a safe and kind place.

Gunfights and gunfights are commonplace.

Maybe tomorrow there will be a few unclaimed corpses in a corner of the dark street, and in the end they will have to be cleaned up and crushed by the security team, adding some more "trash" to the Dark Night City.

In the early morning of the next day, the dull sound of a motorcycle engine resounded on the roadside, like a blue stream of light passing through the streets, then gracefully slowed down and stopped perfectly in front of Zhu Baishao's shop.

Zhu Baishao stood in front of the shop. She was still wearing a black cloak. In addition, there was a large box at her feet.

Inside are some fresh ingredients.

The bright headlights of the motorcycle shone on her, and the dazzling light made her close her eyes.

"Feel sorry!"

Liao Cang kicked off his long legs and saw this scene as soon as he took off his helmet, and immediately dimmed the headlights in front of the car.

Zhu Baishao looked at the motorcycle in front of him that had been modified with many blue light strips, like a mechanical tyrant. He was stunned for a while, then tilted his head and asked: "Then where should I sit?"

"Don't you have a car?" Liao Cang asked straightly.

I wish Bai Shao to be silent.

She is a nerdy dream chip maker, what kind of car does she have?

"Ah... how about you rent one now?" Liao Cang scratched his black broken hair and gave his sincere suggestion.

The motorcycle under his crotch is a treasure that he has modified little by little. He is not willing to let others ride with him.

"..."

Zhu Baishao looked at him.

She was not wearing a mask today, and most of her face was covered by the cloak, leaving only a pair of bright eyes looking at him.

"Tsk, this is my baby, I won't..."

"Another big meal." The woman's metallic voice sounded.

"...I said it was baby..."

"Two meals."

"..."

"Three meals."

"...Ahem, okay, I'll make an exception for you."

Liao Cang was wearing a bulletproof jacket today, and her strong and powerful legs were wrapped in black trousers. The trousers disappeared into the boots, making her taller, longer legs and perfect figure even more apparent.

It's just that face that's mostly obscured by the beard that's a bit annoying.

But looking at the profile, he is also handsome.

Liao Cang lifted his legs and got off the motorcycle. He didn't know what button he pressed, and a metal plate appeared below with a slightly worn helmet on it.

He handed the helmet to Zhu Baishao, then stuffed Zhu Baishao's box into it, and quickly retracted the metal plate.

"How do you wear this?"

A soft yet metallic voice sounded beside Liao Cang. When he lowered his head, he saw that Zhu Baishao had walked up to him at some point and was raising the helmet in front of him.

The two hands holding the helmet were white and petite.

Zhu Bai Shao naturally knew how to wear a helmet, but she might not know how to do it.

Liao Cang took the helmet, unbuckled the safety buckle, and roughly put it on Zhu Baishao's head. He caught a glimpse of the hood of her cloak, and felt it was in the way, so he ripped it off.

"Uh……"

Liao Cang didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful face under the hood, with a pair of extremely innocent and ignorant eyes, skin that seemed to be broken by a blow, as delicate as white jade, lips that were bright red and moist, and that hung down like silk. The black curly hair is so exquisite that it doesn’t look like a living person.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, when his sight captured Zhu Baishao's appearance, the latest auxiliary prosthetic eye in his left eye automatically magnified to 8x times.

In this society where high-tech plastic surgery and prosthetic plastic surgery are everywhere, such a face that is purely natural and has an oriental mysterious charm is really too rare and too stunning.

No wonder he always wears a hood.

"How to wear it?"

Zhu Baishao looked at him stunned and snickered inwardly, but his slender eyebrows furrowed on his face and he tilted his head to ask.

The long hair like a waterfall rippled with small waves.

"cough……"

Liao Cang covered up the surprise in his eyes and swapped the new helmet hanging on the front of the car with the old one very naturally. He unbuckled the safety buckle and put it on Zhu Baishao.

His movements also became much gentler.

The two of them put on their helmets. Liao Cang glanced at Zhu Baishao's little figure and hesitated: "Otherwise, you should sit in front."

Sitting in the back, he was afraid of throwing her away halfway.

Zhu Bai Shao naturally agreed happily.

However, this modified motorcycle was too tall for a 155cm girl, so she had no choice but to hold on to Liao Cang's clothes and whisper, "Can you carry me up?"

The corners of Liao Cang's mouth covered by his beard couldn't help but curl up. When he picked up Zhu Baishao, he suddenly realized that her waist was slender. She couldn't be underage, right?

He couldn't help but restrain his reverie.

Zhu Baishao seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and whispered: "Zhu Baishao, 20 years old."

"Ah?" Liao Cang was caught off guard and his thoughts were revealed. He looked at the woman he had lifted up and said, "Liao Cang, 32 years old."

"Yeah." Zhu Baishao nodded.

The small and delicate face, under the helmet, looks indescribably cute and cute.

Liao Cang felt a little itchy in his heart.

The roar of the engine sounded on the street, and the blue light suddenly appeared. The sudden push made Zhu Baishao directly lean against Liao Cang's generous chest.

"That's it, don't move."

The man's clear and powerful heartbeat sounded in Zhu Baishao's ears along with his low and sexy voice.

Liao Cang felt the mist lingering in the early morning and the cold wind in front of him. He lowered his head and glanced at the cute little girl on his chest. His left eye glowed blue and was connected to the smart processor in the car.

A protective shield like electronic light waves slowly began to rise from the edge of the motorcycle, covering the two of them and blocking the cold wind.

Liao Cang speeded up, and the roar exploded.

High-rise buildings flashed with neon lights along the way, but abandoned car wrecks, homeless people's shabby mattresses, and piles of putrid industrial waste could be seen everywhere on the side of the alley.

The alleys in the city, including the black streets, are dark and cramped, with all the sunlight blocked by the skyscrapers on both sides. On the contrary, out of the city, in the smoke-filled and dilapidated wasteland, the rising sun penetrates. The mist sprinkles a lazy golden color, which is warm and cozy.

Liao Cang couldn't help but whistle.

Zhu Baishao tried his best to raise his face and enjoy the rare sunshine.

In addition to the wasteland outside the city, there are also ruins of dilapidated cities and villages. The ruins are covered with various signs and graffiti using blue, green, or red fluorescent liquid, which is chaotic and weird.

"What are you here to collect?"

Only then did Liao Cang remember his mission.