Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Get a certificate?

What certificate do you want to get?

Ling Yuan sat up straighter and clicked on the picture below the text.

It really was a Guardian registration certificate, but he had just clicked it and glanced at it, before he could see the person in the photo clearly, the image on the screen disappeared, and then a system prompt popped up: "The image you are viewing has been withdrawn."

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows and directly opened Fan Xiao’s personal circle of friends. As expected, he couldn’t find the message. The most recent one was a preview of his live broadcast on Raven Star.

Was it deleted, or...

Blocked him?

Ling Yuan curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled, slowly playing with the gorgeous crystal glass in his hand.

Could this be Gouxiao’s secret?

A female?

What's there to hide?

I won't compete with him for it.

He wouldn't even want those selfish, greedy females who are uglier than him even if they were given to him for free.

The answer to the mystery wasn't as interesting as he had thought, and he lost interest in the "news" that Fan Xiao had mentioned before.

But since I haven't been to the Free Federation for a long time, I might as well take this opportunity to inspect the industries here.

Ling Yuan was a little bored. He put down the crystal glass in his hand and sent a message to Evan using his Star Brain.

——Turn the starship around and head to the northern province of the Federation first.

Evan, who received the news unexpectedly:???

There are already 99 trips scheduled for the Federation Capital Planet, and you want to turn around now?!

Thinking about having to stay up late tonight to reschedule his schedule, Evan typed the following with trembling hands:

——Yes, boss!

……

The ingredients that Rosie ordered on Star Online were delivered quickly.

The housekeeping robot took the ingredients directly to the kitchen. Following behind the housekeeping robot was Fanxiao, a tall half-orc leaning against the kitchen door, making the originally spacious door frame seem a little cramped.

He looked at the food the robot was carrying into the cold storage and asked, "Xixi, did you buy these?"

Luo Xi nodded and instructed the robot to help her clean and process the ingredients: "Is there anything you want to eat? I can cook it for you."

Fan Xiao's eyes flickered slightly.

Dr. Lauren had said before that Sissi's hands looked like they had been used for manual labor.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of environment would force such precious females to do such work.

Fan Xiao's heart tightened slightly. He wanted to stop her, but when he saw the sincere smile on her face, he felt a little reluctant. He suddenly thought of a compromise.

He took a few steps forward and encircled the little female in his arms. He grabbed her hands, brought them to his lips and kissed them gently: "These hands have been working so hard all the time, aren't they tired?... It seems that this is my problem."

Luo Xi paused for a moment before realizing what he meant.

"boom……!"

Her face flushed red, she clenched her fist and pounded Fan Xiao's chest twice, scolding him, "Why are you like this? If you do this again, I will never again..."

Fan Xiao was hit lightly on the chest by her little fist, but it didn't hurt at all. Instead, it aroused him a little.

He sighed, pulled the little female's rebellious little hand around his waist, and gently pressed her curves against his own. His low and hoarse voice contained a bit of helplessness: "Xixi, if you keep hitting me, this hand may not be able to rest until the night."

Rosie felt the burning revival somewhere in the man, and she was so scared that her whole body tensed up and she dared not move.

She kept the wooden posture and waited for a while, but the man showed no sign of letting her go. Instead, Little Sirius became even more arrogant.

The seventh-level half-orc who had been single for twenty-three years finally tasted the wonderful taste. When facing his beloved little female, the control that he had always been proud of was thrown into the trash planet.

Fan Xiao buried his head in her ear, and his slightly rapid breathing accompanied by the man's hoarse voice drilled into her ears: "Xixi..."

Luo Xi: “…”