The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

The almighty master of the last days is raising buns in the interstellar ()

Thinking of this, Jun Moyao just hovered in the night sky, letting the night wind blow half a meter around him without affecting him at all.

Not even the corner of his clothes was blown up.

He quickly raised his wrist to turn on the communicator, found the communication number he had left behind, and quickly edited what he wanted to say.

Si Lingling had no idea that there was a man in the sky above her spiritual power who was silently watching her every move.

She hugged the child, pursed her lips, and checked the defense system over and over again, but in the end she couldn't find out how the man's robot got in.

I couldn't help but feel a deep uneasiness in my heart.

As if feeling the uneasiness in his mother's heart, the little bun in his arms called her obediently: Mom.

At the same time, the small arms were wrapped around the mother's neck, and the small mouth was brought forward, and the soft mouth kissed the mother's tense face sweetly.

After kissing, she called again: Ah Mom.

Mum.

The soft touch from the face, and the child's tender soft voice instantly made Si Lingling firm in her heart.

Not for anything else, just to give the children a stable and comfortable environment, and she will become stronger and stronger.

However, the tense face was relieved by the children's thoughtful actions.

I secretly decided in my heart: No, next, I have to let go of everything and strengthen the absorption of defense knowledge first.

It's no longer possible for people to feel like no one is in their own territory.

Otherwise, they will not sleep soundly at night.

Si Lingling looked at the child in her arms who started rubbing her eyes, and mentally inspected her own defense system carefully again.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she turned around and entered the house with the child in her arms.

Seeing that she finally stopped insisting, Jun Moyao secretly let go of Gao Xuan's heart.

The action of inputting content has been sped up a bit.

In order not to wait until their mother and son have rested, and then send them to disturb them.

When Si Lingling returned to the bedroom upstairs and put the child back on the bed, she realized that the live broadcast she had started was still on.

This discovery made her feel slightly stagnant, but there was nothing unusual on her face.

She didn't rush to pay attention to the audience in the live broadcast room, but patted the children comfortingly, telling them to lie down and sleep.

The two children were really tired from playing, so they fell asleep easily without waiting for their mother to sing them a lullaby.

The audience in the live broadcast room: Oh, doesn't the mother of the anchor need to sing a lullaby to put her child to bed at night?

Yeah, I still want to call my brother over to listen to this lullaby together.

It's a pity, I want to hear what the song is sung by the anchor mother's real voice.

Okay, everyone, don't be so greedy. Today, I saw the real face of the host's mother and ate such a big pile of melons. Everyone has earned it.

Yes, yes, I hope that the mother of the host will not put on a disguise in the live broadcast in the future. The real face is still good-looking now, which is too seductive.

The one above is right. Only such anchor mothers are qualified to be the mistresses of our interstellar creatures.

I said upstairs, and I haven't written the horoscope yet. It's better not to say such words, and be careful that the admirers of the lord will tear you apart.

Come on, if you have the ability, let's see if the other party tore me up, or our anchor mother led us to tear them up together.

That's right, the mother of the anchor gave birth to twin babies for the Lord, who else can have such a blessing as the mother of the anchor?

Si Lingling coaxed the child well, and looked at the light screen in front of her, only then did she realize that that powerful man was the Lord of the Interstellar Federation—Your Majesty.