Doomsday tyrant's rolling pet

Ruan Yan went out of the city this time to catch Shadio.

I also want to know that now that 3032 is in his hands, the overall situation has been settled, and the rest is to concentrate on dealing with this difficult bug.

It won't be long before Sadio jumps around.

Yuan Gun sighed with emotion in his heart, shook his rice bucket in his arms, and grabbed a big spoon to pull out a piece of braised pork steak from inside.

This is an additional dining bucket specially made for him by the cafeteria, and there are enough dishes in it for him alone.

It's cool to have a backing.

Yuan Gungun enjoyed his daily happy meal contentedly.

He was eating and drinking like this, I don't know how many people are jealous behind his back.

"It's so spicy, so spicy~" Yuan Gun's staple food today is noodles, a pot of turkey noodles, red and curly, picked on the chopsticks, and the sound of poking into his mouth is very loud and exciting.

Yuan Gun's face was sweating from eating, his lips were red and swollen, and his nose was so hot that he had a runny nose, and he kept his head buried in instigation.

Make the people around you greedy.Gudong Gudong saliva sounded one after another, almost covering the entire restaurant.

A thin, middle-aged man walked over with a handkerchief and handed it to the young man: "Wipe."

"Thank you~" Yuan Gun took it unceremoniously, pressed it on his nose and blew violently, and folded a few stacks and put them on the table after finishing.

In return, he took two chopsticks of turkey noodles and sent them to the empty bowl held by the man in his other hand.

The man's eyes lit up several watts in an instant, he covered the bowl with his hands, looked around vigilantly, and then squatted down to the steps of the cafeteria to eat.

Seeing the benefits, other people can't sit still.

They stood up in a swarm, holding handkerchiefs and tissues and rushing towards the boy.

"I have a handkerchief, too."

"I have tissues!"

"I still have wipes!!"

"Use mine, use mine!"

The steward of the cafeteria grabbed the spoon and slammed on the sink, and shouted at them: "You all want to die, don't you, sit back!"

However, these people are not afraid at all because they have many accomplices in the crime, and the speed of rushing over has not slowed down but accelerated, for fear that they will lose their share if it is too late.

Yuan Gun had just finished cooking the last chopstick noodles when he hugged the red soup bowl and burped.

He took the paper towel from the hand closest to him, and gave the soup bowl forward in exchange: "There's only this."

The man had been craving this noodle for a long time, grabbed the basin and ran away without even looking at it.

"Noodles have been snatched!" someone shouted.

The people who squeezed in from the outer circle immediately braked on the cliff, turned a corner and chased after them.

Only then did Yuan Gun get out of trouble.

He touched his plump belly and left through the cafeteria door.

When he reached the secluded boulevard, a group of people suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

Yuan Gun looked up.

There are six people, five of them are obviously thugs, with big arms and round waists, with tattoos on their heads, necks and arms, and their faces are full of flesh, which is very difficult to mess with.

This further made the boy standing in the middle fresh and slender.

He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with clear features and picturesque eyebrows, a look that girls liked very much.

"You are longan?" He arrogantly looked the boy from head to toe, and said with disdain: "You are still young, and you have learned to seduce the city lord before your hair grows!"

Yuan rolled back to him with a full belch, licked his red and swollen lips, and silently planned to walk away from him.

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?" The boy reached out and grabbed Yuan Gun's arm.

The arm in the palm feels fleshy to the touch, and when you get close, a milky fragrance really hits your face.

The boy pursed his lips in disgust, "Damn it, my whole body smells bad."

Yuan Gun shrugged his nose, and moved closer to him to smell it strangely, "It's okay, just a little bit."

The men behind him laughed out loud.

The boy scratched his back coldly, and the men immediately shut their mouths and held back their laughter.

Yuan Gun shook his arm, pursed his lips and frowned: "You hurt me a little bit."

"It's the fucking thing that hurts you!" The boy squeezed his arm flesh with all his strength: "Baby, shameless!"

Yuan Gun blinked his eyes, held back for a while, but couldn't hold back, tears slowly rolled out of his eye sockets, his small nose trembled even more, the bean-sized teardrops fell from the root of his eyelashes, and slid on his fair and tender cheeks, It shone like crystal.

The appearance of crying.It's heartbreaking.

The boy stared blankly, and unconsciously loosened the strength in his hand.

Suddenly, a white and tender palm was wrapped in the wind and directly slapped him on the face.

The boy was beaten so that he lay on his side on the ground, his elbows rubbed against the hard concrete floor, his skin was torn, and he was in burning pain.

Before he realized what was going on, a pair of dirty boots covered with white ash brushed his arm and ran away.

The hard sole almost stepped on the flesh of his hand, but fortunately he avoided it in time and did not cause a tragedy.

Song Yiyan raised his head and stared fixedly at the back of the boy as he ran farther and farther away. After watching for a while, he turned his face away again, and angrily said to the thugs standing beside him: "What are you doing, catch him?" !"

The men looked at each other, then immediately turned and chased after them.

When the distance was far enough that Song Yiyan's figure behind him could not be seen clearly, the men slowed down and walked forward like a stroll in a courtyard.

The boy they were chasing had already disappeared by this time.

"How do we deal with business when we go back?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

The thug who asked the question turned to look at him puzzled.

"Can't you see it?" The man laughed and said, "The kid we're chasing is the city lord's sweetheart, Song Yiyan is nothing."

"Based on the fact that he was a whistleblower and sold the boss who kept him, he felt that he could be favored in front of the new city lord. Hey, he didn't piss and just acted like his old shoes."

Regarding his deeds, we have to start from before the base changed drastically.

Song Yiyan is a flirtatious person who is endlessly coquettish.As long as Jia Qing has some capable supernatural beings around him, he has basically slept with them.

However, Jia Qing was so obsessed with him that he didn't care at all.

Later, Ruan Yan replaced the professor as the new city lord of 3032.

Song Yiyan just followed Jia Qing to a base high-level meeting, and when he came back, he clamored to part ways with Jia Qing.

After asking the reason, I realized that it was a crooked mind, wanting to climb a higher branch.

"You and Brother Ruan are not at the same level~"

"I saw ambition in his eyes, but you just want to settle down in a corner; he is not a thing in a pond, but you are a frog in a well." His words were full of contempt and disdain for Jia Qing.

Jia Qing was so stimulated by his little lover that he slapped the table and roared, "You fucking shut up!" .

After finishing the work, he lifted his pants and called his life and death brothers to have a long talk all night.

Song Yiyan vaguely felt that this was an opportunity, so he endured his physical discomfort, went to the kitchen to make a few cups of coffee and sent them to the study, and then lingered inside and couldn't come out.

In fact, he had an open recording pen on his body.

Jia Qing didn't take any precautions against him, and it could be regarded as compensation for the previous out-of-control behavior. He acquiesced to Song Yiyan's existence.

"Ayan's tone is very strict."

With Jia Qing protecting him so much, it was hard for others to say anything.

A group of people discussed in secret all night, and finally decided on a plan that everyone thought was perfect and seamless.

A plan that has not been distributed yet, put into action...

Because an inner ghost appeared among them.

That is Song Yiyan.

The next morning, he ran up to Ruan Yan with a recording pen, and revealed all the plans of Jia Qing and his accomplices to conspire to rebel. The supernatural bosses who asked for help were all implicated.

Song Yiyan, with the power of one person, shook the entire Shangcheng District three times.

No one expected the big shots who were arrested.

This beautiful long-haired cat that once snuggled up in Jia Qing's arms and expressed its love docilely will one day stretch out its sharp claws from the pads, open its fangs, and jump up and bite them.

One hit is fatal!

It's no wonder that in the doomsday survival manual compiled by the predecessors, this sentence is the first to bear the brunt: Never underestimate any guy who looks 'weak and kind'.

This is indeed the case, many times what you think is weak is actually just what you think.

Not to mention those who look soft and deceptive, easy to be targeted by others.

They are often big killers in human form.Have sufficient self-protection ability.

Being able to live to this day is a kind of strength in itself.

This kind of strength is manifested in all aspects, it can be physical, physical limbs, or mental and psychological level...

Or, like Song Yiyan, find a strong backer, and rely on the other party like a dodder to dawdle.

In other words, it is also a kind of ability to make the boss willingly protect yourself, isn't it?

"But the crystal nucleus that Song Yiyan promised us is still half-deposited."

"It's okay, let's go back and do business, and say that we have taught that child a lesson."

"Will Song Yiyan believe it?" The man who asked the question was still worried.

"Believe it or not, what can he do to us with his weak ability?"

that's true.The man completely put his heart back in his stomach.

It went well, unexpectedly very well.

Song Yiyan didn't ask any more questions, and paid off the remaining bag of second-order crystal nuclei.

The thugs scratched their tattoos, still giggling and boasting: "The kid cried terribly under the iron fist of the big brother, but our big brother didn't show mercy at all, his movements were crisp and neat, and both legs were broken by him! "

Song Yiyan was very satisfied, and even applauded when he heard the excitement.

After Yuan Gun went back, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at his arm - it was all purple, and the boy who was picking on him for no reason really pinched him to death.

After washing his face, Yuan Gun suddenly felt itchy on his arm. He scratched it, and a small piece of white fluff came out, the area was as big as two fingernails.

Going to be a bear? !

This was the first guess that came out of Yuan Gun's brain.

He immediately rushed out of the bathroom, stepped on the bed, squatted on the pillow, and counted the time it took for him to turn into a bear with his fingers.

If the calculation is correct, there should be about three days.

How did this change?

To prevent unexpected accidents in the future, Yuan Juan rolled up the sheets with his hands, and used the skill of [Ingenious Workmanship] to make a simple cloth bag for himself, as well as scarves, masks, and hats that are very useful.

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