Chapter 412: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (37)

Chapter 412: In order to survive in the end times, I recommend myself to be the boss’s bedmate (37)

In order to survive in the end times, I recommended myself to become the boss's bedmate (Thirty-seven)

"Do you like this one?"

In the bookstore, Song Ning was feeling upset when he saw a book appear in front of him.

How should lovers get along with each other?

Song Ning couldn't help but look at Lance. Was this a hint?

He bit his lip and shook his head.

"I don't want to see this."

If there really was a problem between them, Song Ning only wanted Lance to tell him in person.

Instead of like this.

"it is good."

Lance turned around and put the book down, frowning slightly.

Isn’t that right?

What happened to his humans lately?

Two people were in the same bookstore, but they were in different moods.

Song Ning had been waiting for Lance to say something to him, but his expectant face became increasingly dim as he waited.

Lance racked his brains but couldn't understand what was wrong with his human.

He guessed many possibilities, but still couldn't figure it out, which made him unusually irritated. The aura that had originally seemed quite gentle because of Song Ning's presence also became cold and hard.

This made Song Ning feel even more wrong, but he didn't know what to say.

The two of them stayed in the bookstore in a strange atmosphere. They clearly did nothing, but it seemed like a lot of things happened.

This strange atmosphere continued until Song Ning's stomach began to growl.

"I went to cook."

Lance, who was obviously quite far away from him, immediately came out from the corner.

He still had a weird aura, but he spoke and acted the same as always.

This made Song Ning feel relieved, but he became confused again.

Is there really nothing wrong between them?

The wind and snow are blowing, and the winter season is getting even colder.

Since entering winter after November, the climate seems to have pressed a higher level button, becoming even colder and more unbearable.

The constant wind and snow are basically the norm, and in addition the temperature has dropped another 20 degrees.

This is still in the south. It is said that the situation in the north is even more exaggerated. Song Ning dare not even think about it.

He just stayed in the store and quietly took out the small crystal core generator and heater that Lance had specially made before and started to keep warm.

It’s so cold, Song Ning thought blankly.

Why does it feel especially cold today?

Is it because the temperature has dropped again?

But before going out today, he took a look at the thermometer and there was no change.

Outside the door, Lance frowned slightly when he heard the sound of the generator.

He looked inside and saw, as expected, a little red light.

That was the light from the heater.

His expression gradually became ugly.

Song Ning would rather use a heater than stick to him now?

Song Ning was not like this before. Lance recalled how they got along with each other when they went out before - Song Ning always loved to smile sweetly at him, and then say "It's so cold, brother" and then snuggle in his arms coquettishly, and then snuggle in his arms and say "Brother, you are still the warmest."

The memories ended, and the cooking utensils in my hands were squeezed out of shape.

Lance looked down, looked annoyed, and threw it back casually, but surprisingly there was a sound of hitting something.

"hiss!"

"who?"

Lance's sharp eyes swept across the seemingly empty space.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Song Ning rushed out of the store when he heard the sound.

The white smoke turned into a thick black fog, which immediately surrounded Song Ning the moment he rushed out. The thick black fog that could not be dissolved was like an iron chain wrapped around Song Ning's neck, making him feel slightly suffocated.

"W-what is this?"

"It's been a long time since we last met. This is a little surprise for you two."

The thick fog gradually condensed into a face, and Song Ning's pupils shrank sharply.

"It's you, Jiang Cheng!"

When he saw Jiang Cheng's obviously changed face, the first thought in his mind was that he had been right.

This Jiang Cheng is not a good person.

"I didn't expect you guys would still remember me."

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, as if he still had some of his previous elegance.

But the next second, the distortion in his heterochromatic pupils could not be hidden, and his tone became extremely gloomy.

"But it's true. If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to this point today? Speaking of which, I think I should say thank you, right? The one who actually invented the crystal core generator."

"It's me, you let him go."

There was a rare and vivid emotion surging in Lance's silver-grey eyes, as if a planet that had just grown lush green grass after being barren for a long time had suddenly been attacked again, and hope seemed to be about to turn into a collapse before despair.

Jiang Cheng looked at him like this and suddenly laughed out loud.

"You actually have this kind of expression?"

Those strange eyes were full of sarcasm, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Weren't you very arrogant before? Huh? You pretended to look down on everyone, but now you're panicking?"

After he said that, he sneered and tightened his grip on Song Ning's neck.

"You too, I just said a few words to you, but you directly encouraged him to run away with you?"

His eyes were sharp and he saw the thick fog pulling open Song Ning's heavy coat, revealing a red mark on his neck.

Jiang Cheng's eyes immediately turned sinister. "She's just a stinky bitch who's hungry and dependent on men. Why are you pretending to be so noble?"

Song Ning lowered his eyes, feeling a little strange.

At this time, he was not nervous at all. Why?

He even felt like laughing because of what Jiang Cheng said and his actions.

Because the mark on his neck was caused by a bite from some dead mosquito that was tenacious enough to survive in such cold weather.

Could it be that Jiang Cheng couldn't even tell the difference between a hickey and a mosquito bite?

How pitiful! It’s impossible that he and that woman didn’t even have that thing.

His mind was still full of random thoughts when he noticed the thick fog around his neck loosen.

Song Ning subconsciously moved away from the thick fog, then realized that his action was a bit unnecessary.

Jiang Cheng, who was shouting with arrogance just now, has transformed into a complete human form without knowing when.

He stood there with a look of horror on his face, his heterochromatic eyes staring at Lance's silver-blue eyes.

"What kind of supernatural power do you have?"

Lance, who was controlling him, couldn't answer.

Different lights flashed rapidly in his silver-blue eyes, and his head felt so swollen and painful that it was about to explode.

No, something must be wrong.

Why are there so many strange images in his mind?

What are those?

Why, why are there so many of him and Song Ning?

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Something is wrong with Lance!

"do not come!"

An inexplicable energy surged in his head, making him almost crazy, and Lance's fingers suddenly tightened.

"what--!"

Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly bulged outwards to the extreme, and those terrifying eyes were quickly filled with red bloodshot, "What are you doing? What do you want to do to me!"

"You deserve to die."

Lance's extremely cold eyes swept over him as if a god, and the next second, Jiang Cheng's eyes exploded like two cannonballs.

His body also exploded into a large blood mist on the spot, and the whole person fell limply to the ground, his breathing almost stopped but he was still alive.

Damn the will of the world.

Lance had a grim expression on his face. He felt an unbearable pain in his head, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He really couldn't kill the Son of the World directly, damn it.

"Brother, brother, are you okay?"

Lance was still in a daze when a figure suddenly swooped over.

He subconsciously looked over and saw his beloved little prince rushing towards him with a worried look on his face, but then he stood still in front of him, revealing only worry in his heart and eyes.

"Brother, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? What should I do?"

Memories of the past emerged in his mind, and Lance's silver-blue eyes gradually turned into a blue as deep as lake water.

After a while, he looked down at his human, his little prince.

"...Why don't you like to act cute with me recently?"