sweeping the empire every day

After eating a meal, Xue Zhe's three views were all shattered. When he sent An Qingjue away, he felt like he was stepping on the clouds and couldn't find the land;

In his eyes, An Qingjue, who is a hermit with huge trenches and inhumane trenches, started to worry about eating today;

He has no more credit points on the Internet, but he still has a cub to raise...

And that little cub is very picky and insists on eating Zerg;

An Qingjue frowned slightly, Zergs don't live on this planet, so he needs at least one spaceship to reach that week;

No long-distance spacecraft or sightseeing spacecraft will go to that planet, so he has to buy a spacecraft, a spacecraft with good enough configuration to support him to that planet;

An Qingjue frowned slightly, the brat is getting more and more squeamish now;

but,

... You can't starve that little brat!

An Qingjue refused to admit that she cared about that little brat just because of the flower demon's habits!

——How could the flower demon let a little cub starve to death in front of her?

Xue Zhe watched An Qingjue walk out of his dormitory. His half-length black hair was like a kind of ancient and precious oriental silk, smooth and soft, as dark as the night. An indescribably exciting taste;

"Hello!" Xue Zhe called out subconsciously, An Qingjue frowned, and looked back at him silently, those dark eyes were like the most shining and beautiful black pearls in the world, bottomless and mysterious , Yingying seems to have a vortex surging, which can easily suck away people's souls;

Xue Zhe avoided An Qingjue calmly, and smiled calmly and gently as before: "Be careful, Team Leader Ma Yuan doesn't seem to like you very much."

"Oh," An Qingjue lazily replied, his expression was dazed for a moment, obviously he didn't think of the man named Ma Yuan. He waved his hand indifferently, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said casually, "It's okay."

Xue Zhe shrank back into the door, unwilling to let him disappear in front of his eyes, so he smiled and said, "Have you already figured out how to deal with it?"

The young teacher squinted his eyes, and his voice was very soft, whispering, casual and serious, "Just pull it over,"

Xue Zhe was shocked. Although the voice was soft, it seemed to sound from the bottom of a person's heart, with absolute domineering and self-confidence, arrogant and arrogant, but it was so reasonable;

When he came back to his senses, the young teacher had already walked far away, his back was tall and straight like a pine, and his steps were calm and steady. Xue Zhe couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still imagine that person's casual and calm face;

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Xue Zhe put his hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating powerfully, fascination flashed in his eyes covered by gold-rimmed glasses, he asked softly, softly,

"Xue Zhe, are you moved?"

"Anyway, I am, and my heart is moved."

"Did you see it? My heart is beating for him. It's useless if you don't agree."

As soon as An Qingjue opened the door, a month-long white whirlwind rushed over. An Qingjue subconsciously wanted to knock it away, but when she thought of the cub's weak vitality, she forcibly endured it.

Then, the little moon-white whirlwind hit An Qingjue's face straight, and the slightly pointed beak hit the corner of An Qingjue's pink lips;

——!