diskusbooks Chapter 162 Jiao Jiao Goes Mad? He is a Gift from the Gods
Chapter 162 Jiao Jiao Goes Mad? He is a Gift from the Gods
Sang Ling silently withdrew her hand, and the way she looked at him changed.
She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Jiaojiao was more clingy than before. Specifically, she didn't hold hands properly and insisted on interlocking her fingers.
He followed her wherever she went, and he stayed by her side even when she just wanted to go out and check on the situation.
Back in the cave, she became even more clingy, hugging me whether I was standing or sitting.
Sang Ling sat on the young man's lap with a blank expression. The person behind her, who was hugging her like a big dog, would kiss the top of her head one moment and rub against her neck the next, as if marking his territory.
Sang Ling endured it for a long time, but when she could no longer bear it, she turned around and glared at him.
He was warned to stop.
However, the other person only paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed the corner of her lips.
He had a haughty expression that said, "Don't whine, I'll give in to your whims."
Sang Ling was numb from being kissed.
After resting for a while, Sang Ling contacted Song Chuyi and the others to confirm the progress of the mission.
I received a message immediately after sending the message, from Mr. Xu.
[Little Ling, I forgot to mention, he only needs to eat fruit, absolutely no leaves.]
Sang Ling paused, her fingers moving slightly.
What can I do if I've already eaten it?
"What would happen if I ate it?" Sang asked.
[Mental instability, capable of going insane.]
Sang Ling paused again, then pursed her lips and remained silent.
Going mad? Madness like the one in "madness" or "madness"?
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Fu Zhirang, who was gently kissing Sang Ling's earlobe, glanced sideways and happened to see the words on the communicator. His narrow phoenix eyes lowered slightly, and he casually looked away.
The oar landed gently on Sang Ling's combat uniform, its brows furrowing slightly.
It's an eyesore; I really want to tear it up.
Her long, slender, fair fingers gently caressed her delicate waist a few times, slowly covering the edge of her combat uniform, patiently probing.
A warm hand silently slipped under my clothes, the delicate touch sending shivers down my spine like an electric shock.
Fu Zhirang's pupils darkened, and just as he was about to take further action, the boy on the ground suddenly woke up.
In an instant, the lust surging in Fu Zhirang's eyes transformed into murderous intent.
He withdrew his hand, then carefully straightened the girl's clothes, making sure no skin was exposed, before turning to look at the boy on the ground.
His eyes were icy cold.
I was so focused on bonding with my pet that I forgot to take care of the trash.
Sang Ling, engrossed in organizing information, noticed the commotion on the ground. She glanced at it briefly and then ignored it, continuing to contact the small teams she hadn't been able to reach.
The boy, who had just woken up and sensed a murderous aura, was stunned for a moment before raising his eyes warily.
Meeting Fu Zhirang's beast-like gaze, all I wanted to do was curse.
He did indeed swear.
Fu Zhirang frowned unhappily and reached out to cover the little pet's ears.
What foul language! Don't pollute your little pet's ears.
Sang Ling, who had actually heard everything, turned around in confusion.
"Don't listen," Fu Zhirang said coldly in a low voice.
"Oh," Sang Ling replied indifferently, turning to look at the cursing boy, "Your father."
Fu Zhirang was stunned.
The boy was also stunned.
The two of them stared at the girl who was seriously cursing.
After only a few seconds of hesitation, Fu Zhirang suddenly turned his head, his eyes shooting fiercely at the boy, suppressing his anger, "I'll kill him right now."
How dare they teach their pet to swear? They deserve to die!
"Damn it, she insulted me, so why was I the one who got killed?" the boy argued as he backed away.
Fu Jiaojiao, who was furious, was eventually pulled back by Sang Ling.
"Be good, he's still useful, we can't kill him for now." Sang Ling coaxed the crazed Fu Jiaojiao with just a few words, like a fire extinguisher.
Fu Gougou hugged the little pet tightly, looking aggrieved, openly displaying his possessiveness while subtly warning the boy that the little pet was his.
The boy, who was already annoyed by being kidnapped, was then inexplicably fed a bowl of dog food, which made him laugh out of anger.
Alright, alright, once I return to my peak, I will surely destroy you all in the name of the moon.
The boy sneered darkly while secretly making a vow.
Song Chuyi's team has successfully rescued one member and is on its way to the rendezvous point.
The other team, however, has lost contact.
After a moment's thought, Sang Ling decided to go and provide support.
Sang Ling wanted to carry the boy herself to run faster, but Fu Zhirang absolutely refused.
She asked him to carry it, but he wasn't willing.
"I can hug you," Fu Gougou said with a cold and arrogant expression.
"What about him?" Sang Ling pointed to the boy on the ground with multiple fractures all over his body.
Fu Zhirang frowned.
Two minutes later, the boy, who was tied up with a rope, sat on the ground. The other end of the rope was tied around Fu Zhirang's waist, and he was holding Sang Ling in his arms.
The boy broke down again, shouting, "Are you even human?"
Although I am the villain, you are not human either.
Fu Zhirang found him too noisy, so he stuffed a rag into his mouth, picked up Sang Ling, and darted into the forest like a cheetah.
The speed is beyond that of ordinary people.
At this moment, Fu Zhirang was extremely agile, and his senses were magnified several times, allowing him to hear sounds from almost a hundred meters away. As a result, they managed to evade all the pursuing enemies.
Successfully arrived at the destination.
When they arrived, the boy was no longer able to scream; his body, which had just begun to recover, was ruined again.
The three lay in ambush not far away. Sang Ling frowned as she looked at the heavily guarded small camp ahead, secretly figuring out how to get in and investigate.
The young man behind him, who had regained some of his energy, fixed his deep gaze on Fu Zhirang.
"Which experiment number are you? Why haven't I seen you at the base?"
Fu Zhirang ignored the boy and stared intently at Sang Ling.
"Why did you help them? Did you betray the Doctor?" the boy muttered to himself. "Or are you just a discarded failure?"
Suddenly, the boy burst into laughter, a laugh filled with sarcasm.
He looked at Sang Ling with a cold smile.
"You have such poor judgment! Keeping a failed product that could go out of control by your side at any moment, aren't you afraid he'll go berserk and kill you one day?"
Fu Zhirang, whose attention was focused on Sang Ling, once again revealed his killing intent, and his fist, which was about to strike, was grasped by a fair little hand.
Sang Ling restrained the agitated Fu Zhirang, looked up at the boy with a cold gaze, and spoke in a firm yet protective tone.
"Jiaojiao is not a failure; she is a gift from the gods."
Fu Zhirang's fierce aura vanished instantly, and he looked at the little girl protecting him with bright eyes.
The boy, subjected to double standards, was furious.
He is a gift from the gods, while I am a defective product?
Good, good, the outside world has finally gone mad.