The cannon fodder of the last days hugs the thigh

Chapter 170

Lan Jiu raised her lips, her eyes were as deep as the sea, with a pleasant smile, her deep voice echoed among the white walls.

"come over!"

Just now, in order to appease the boss of the snake spirit, Guo Sumo couldn't help but say what was hidden in his heart. He was lowering his head shyly, when he suddenly heard him calling her, he looked up.

Lan Jiu's eyes were full of affection, and she was staring at her with domineering and fiery eyes, waiting for her to come to him.

Guo Sumo blushed, gritted her teeth and ran over quickly.

Lan Jiu opened her arms, embraced the running man, stepped back, and broke into the small door behind her.

Just entering the room, orange light hit Guo Sumo's eyes, she was suddenly embraced by Lan Jiu and turned against the door panel, her two bodies pressed tightly against each other.

He was breathing unsteadily at the bend of her neck, hugged her back with his big arms, and suddenly said hoarsely and seductively in her ear: "Momo, you are mine, mine, mine..."

Lan Jiu emphasized over and over again, as if she wanted to engrave this sentence into Guo Sumo's mind, and also seemed to have deep anxiety, fearing that everything was a dream, and she would still be alone when she woke up.

Guo Sumo was overwhelmed by her kicking, but still put his hands on his broad shoulders, and gently comforted him: "Lan Jiu, I am yours and have always been yours...you are mine too, we belong to each other."

In the shadow cockpit, Lan Jiu was adjusting the energy system of the spacecraft, and occasionally turned his head to look to the side, with tenderness in his eyes.

The direction he paid attention to was a specially placed soft bed, on which Guo Sumo was reading a novel, and occasionally let out a 'hehe' laugh.

It looked like a quiet and peaceful evening.

Suddenly, Five Colors screamed and broke in, breaking the calm.

"Ah——Xiaomo, Xiaomo, take a quick look, something has happened!"

Wuse held up the tablet and handed it over, and at the same time climbed onto the small bed, Ye Zi curled up Guo Sumo's arms to pull her up.

The speed of Lan Jiu's hands remained the same, but her brows were wrinkled, as if her eyes were coolly sweeping over a startled plant.

"What's wrong?" Guo Sumo was also frightened by Wuse's screams and a series of movements. The book in her hand fell to the bed, and she got up following Wuse's movements.

Wushi opened the video on the tablet for her to watch, and eagerly explained.

"Xiao Mo, didn't you ask me to help you pay attention to those two little devils before? Something happened to them. I was watching them well, but in a blink of an eye, the white lotus flower appeared here. Oh, it's so vicious... "

Guo Sumo had no time to think about what Wu Se said at this time, the information conveyed by the video in front of her made her terrified and desolate.

Lan Jiu lowered his eyebrows and kept his hands on a path of light for a long time. Sensing the change in the little woman's aura, he pursed his lips tightly, and his exquisite eyes shot out a dangerous light.

When he moved his fingers slightly, the light curtain in front of him instantly changed into a picture, which was exactly the video Guo Sumo was watching now.

During the time the video was playing, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"How could this happen?!" Guo Sumo let the video play back and forth, his eyes turned red, and he asked Wu Se in a hoarse voice, feeling like he was going to cry if he didn't pay attention.

That was the only friend she had in this world, the one she really cared about no matter where she went, was it ruined like this? !He even risked saving her last time, but he didn't expect it to be a farewell.

Guo Sumo grieved in his heart, covered his face with his hands, and hot tears slowly seeped from between his fingers.

The five-color mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to comfort it, and it habitually looked for help at Master Lan, who had his back to them.

Mr. Lan's aura is not much better, but Xiaomo's is sadness, while Mr. Lan's is dark and sharp, a precursor to anger, my dear.

(End of this chapter)