Chapter 405: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (3)
In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to be the boss's bedmate (30)
"The Morning Light Base is in chaos?"
"Yes, I heard that they actually trade more than just one thousand crystal cores. Some small groups will also accept half of them, so they actually have more crystal cores than you think."
"You will reap the consequences."
Lance is sharpening his knife.
The originally rough machete has now become very delicate, with a new anti-slip and shock-absorbing handle, and the blade is no longer rusty like before, but has become simple and antique with a shiny silver sheen.
The blade twisted, and a cold light shone into Lance's silver-blue eyes, reflecting his inorganic look.
Cold and indifferent, like the solid ice that has not melted for thousands of years on an unreachable mountain.
Zhu Mingjian also heard Lance's indifference and his heart skipped a beat.
"Well, Song Ning isn't here?"
He made this call not to chat with Lance, but to tell Song Ning the news.
After all, he had already seen clearly who was the one who could truly control the situation.
"He's resting."
The solid ice suddenly melted into a gentle stream, and the silver-blue eyes became affectionate in an instant.
His human was tired. Yesterday they found some canned cocktails with low alcohol content. His human seemed to like the feeling of being tipsy and drank quite a lot of them.
So yesterday humans took the initiative to come to him for extra lessons.
Recalling last night, Lance's eyebrows rose slightly again.
His human was adorable when tipsy, and even cuter when he asked for extra lessons, so he couldn't help but try a few more.
"Oh, I'm taking a break."
Zhu Mingjian is not a fool. How could a middle-aged man like him not understand what this means?
But he really didn't want to talk about this with Lance. Although he actually had Song Ning's cell phone number, Zhu Mingjian was not stupid!
Doesn’t he know what kind of close relationship these two people have?
What is the difference between calling Song Ning directly and directly provoking Lance?
Zhu Mingjian was still struggling when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the phone.
"Brother, are you sharpening your knife?"
Song Ning walked down the stairs slowly, inched his way behind Lance, and plopped down on Lance's back, squeezing out his chubby cheeks.
"Brother, I'm so tired, what do you want for breakfast today?"
"Eat some wontons."
Lance wiped the machete clean and put it away, turned around, picked the man up, and hung up the phone.
Zhu Mingjian: …
Okay, I can tell that I'm disturbing your time together.
“Do you have mini wontons?”
Song Ning's eyes, which were still a little misty, widened and his mood became excited.
He likes wontons.
"Brother, did you pack it now?"
"Well, eat now?"
Lance headed towards the kitchen with a clingy koala.
"Okay, now eat!"
Song Ning was extremely happy. He glanced at the table behind him and suddenly uttered a light exclamation.
"Brother, were you talking to Zhu Mingjian just now?"
Lance nodded as he unscrewed a bottle of purified water and poured it into the pot.
"Well, he's here to report the latest news."
The wontons that had been wrapped long ago looked like they came out of a machine. The fillings of each one were exactly the same, and even the appearance was no different.
Song Ning just took a glance and then silently looked away.
Brother, is it true that he doesn't know how to disguise himself?
Forget it, we are an old couple now, so it’s okay to let him be more comfortable.
"What did Zhu Mingjian say? I've heard the broadcast from the Morning Light Base, and it seems like many people are now condemning them for not taking the future of mankind seriously."
The recent radio broadcasts are so exciting, with one person singing and the other taking the stage, with ups and downs back and forth.
Anyway, Song Ning carries a radio with him almost every time these days, for fear of missing any exciting news.
"Morning Light Base has reaped the fruits of its own actions. Zhu Mingjian's men infiltrated and discovered that almost all the top brass at the base have changed."
Lance also told Song Ning that the Morning Light Base had conducted a lot of transactions in private. "Currently, the Morning Light Base should have the largest number of crystal cores among the human bases, so their mutation level is also the highest."
"This is really like a snake swallowing an elephant. Such greed will indeed lead to bad consequences."
Song Ning put his arm around Lance's waist and looked at the wontons tumbling up and down in the pot, muttering.
He had guessed it a long time ago, but when he really heard about the current situation, he still found it hard to understand.
Is there not a single sane person in the Morning Light Base?
“Most humans have this problem.”
He crushed some seaweed and threw it in, and Lance also found some dried shrimps from somewhere and threw them into the pot.
“Ready.” A pot of steaming hot wontons with delicious flavor came out of the pot.
"Thank you, brother."
Song Ning's eyes, which had become much moister and clearer, were filled with a sweet smile. She tiptoed over and gave him a kiss.
Lance grabbed the back of his head and deepened the kiss.
It was not until the misty water vapor appeared in Song Ning's eyes again, and those brown eyes seemed to be immersed in the misty fog, that he reluctantly let go of his lovely human.
"Don't mess with me so early in the morning anymore."
After all, this body is that of a young man and he has trouble controlling himself.
Song Ning glanced at her quietly, and saw that her tender ears were stained with red, and there was a slight heat on her face.
"Okay, I understand bro."
He didn't want to provoke him, it was obvious that his brother was becoming more and more like that.
In the past, I wouldn't be so easily provoked by a kiss.
After calming down, Song Ning sat down and began to taste the wontons.
He had a general understanding of the situation at the Morning Light Base. Lance didn't care much about these things, so Song Ning took Lance's cell phone and called Zhu Mingjian.
Zhu Mingjian was a little surprised and immediately told Song Ning about the current situation.
"So where are the people at the Morning Light Base now?"
Song Ning quickly grasped the key point.
Since the Morning Light Base holds so many crystal cores and their changes are so obvious now, he doesn't believe that the other survivors of the Morning Light Base can still accommodate this group of senior executives, right?
“This is a point that everyone wants to know now.”
Zhu Mingjian exhaled a breath of white air. "A coup d'état took place at the Chenguang Base on the night of the 1st. More than a dozen mutants died, but the leader of their base, Jiang Cheng, disappeared with several of his cronies. Someone searched the safe in his room and confirmed that a large number of crystal cores had also disappeared. Now everyone is paying attention to this matter, and they all want to know how Jiang Cheng did it."
A lot of crystal cores were traded at the Morning Light Base, but how could they, along with the crystal cores, hide from the survivors who were eager to dig up the ground and plunder them?
Even Zhu Mingjian himself couldn't imagine how the other party did it.
Is there such a thing?
Song Ning thought for a while, took a bite of half a wonton, and suddenly he was stunned.
"Is there a possibility that some of them have also awakened their spatial abilities?"