Chapter 533 Not accepting suggestions

When the two arrived at the cafeteria, everyone had already eaten hot meals.

Among them, the rice is high-energy corn specially supplied by the shelter, which can perfectly supplement the energy needs of high-level specialized warriors. Only eating half a bowl can restore the junior Doomsday War King to his peak condition.

The dishes are the classic food boxes that are often eaten. Although they can no longer produce energy for survival, they are very useful for eating.

Jiang Ling walked to the automated window, finished cooking with Li Jing and sat down. Just as she was about to start eating, she saw Chen Hai, who was alone before, sitting next to her with a rice tray.

Li Jing was stunned.

Everyone was silent.

Jiang Ling stuffed his mouth with half a mouthful of rice and looked at Chen Hai inexplicably.

There were three parts of surprise, three parts of weirdness, three parts of disgust and one part of questioning in his eyes.

Being stared at by these eyes, Chen Hai instinctively wanted to leave.

But in the blink of an eye, Lu Ming's figure appeared in his mind.

The three wise words of "shameless", "integrating into fatherhood" and "making up for the shortcomings" constantly gave him courage, so he ignored the warning in Jiang Ling's eyes, put down his rice plate and sat down quietly.

He casually glanced at the ten bowls of rice placed in front of Jiang Ling, and finally showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and praised: "Well, the food is good. This is good. If you can eat it, you can accumulate more energy and use it better." Can have more lasting combat power.”

After finishing speaking, Chen Hai started to eat.

The storm-like eating speed made Li Jing drop her chopsticks.

The key point is that he is different from Jiang Ling who just finished ten bowls. He replenished the food after finishing it. It was not until there was no grain of rice left on the rice plate thirty times that he wiped the corners of his mouth, returned the rice plate to the tableware recycling window, turned around and walked out. go.

Jiang Ling was left dumbfounded, looking at his back with a blank expression.

"So, so strong."

Li Jing swallowed her saliva and said in surprise: "Originally, I thought Lingling was already the ceiling of the Ganfan world. I didn't expect that there is a more terrifying existence in the world than you. Uncle Chen, you are indeed so powerful that there are no blind spots."

Jiang Ling came back to his senses, picked up the bowl and started eating, ignoring Li Jing at all. The ferocious look on his face while eating, to Lin Hao and others from a distance, looked like a hungry tiger eating, which made their hair stand on end.

Sure enough, Jiang Ling was in a normal state like this.

Then he compared her with Chen Hai, and unexpectedly felt that they were very similar.

He paused for a few seconds in astonishment, then shook his head and said to himself, a strange desire to win.

Stay until the meal is over.

Everyone reluctantly returned to the training ground.

Jiang Ling held her stomach and was pulled out by Li Jing.

While arguing, he laughed at her: "You said you were fine and why were you arguing with Uncle Chen? You're fine now, so hold on."

Jiang Ling fucked for a while, then looked at Chen Hai with his hands behind his hands in the field unwillingly, and said angrily: "What a pervert."

Li Jing only thought it was a compliment and echoed: "Yes, you are not bad either. Fifteen bowls are beyond my reach. The boys are all dumbfounded."

"Huh, what's the use of a boy who can't even eat my food?"

Jiang Ling never thinks that eating too much is a shortcoming. On the contrary, it is her standard to measure whether a person is strong or not.

Li Jing joked: "That's it. You will never find a husband in your life, unless that person is Uncle Chen."

Jiang Lingteng stood up straight and glared at her: "That's nonsense! How could he possibly do that? I, if you talk nonsense again, I'll hit you."

Li Jing was speechless: "Just kidding, why are you so anxious?"

Jiang Ling said seriously: "You can make fun of anyone, but he can't!"

"Why?" Seeing Jiang Ling being so serious, Li Jing became interested.

"Because he is!"

Jiang Ling almost said "my dad" and quickly covered her mouth. Then she realized that her move was too deliberate. She put down her hand and turned her face and said, "Don't ask, he's not good anyway."

"Okay, okay, Uncle Chen can't do it."

Li Jing had no choice but to drive her again, then looked at Chen Hai and said to herself, what's wrong with Uncle Chen? Apart from being older, he is good at everything. Otherwise, how could he be so popular? Lingling, Lingling, you don’t look at men... huh?

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Jing suddenly stared at Jiang Ling, full of surprise. Could it be that this girl was not joking before, but actually fell in love with the city lord? !

Jiang Ling was so stunned by her stare that she frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Li Jing shook her head: "I'm fine."

Jiang Ling asked directly, wondering what day it is today and why is everyone so nervous? Infected by xenotoxin?

…

Dimensional battlefield, Churchill City.

Night falls quietly, and time passes slowly in joy.

At three o'clock in the morning, Lu Ming leaned on the bed after taking a shower.

Chuxue had a smile on her lips, closed her eyes and nestled in his arms.

Lu Ming looked at Chu Xue's smooth and jade-like cheeks and couldn't help pinching him. He said in a confused voice, "Didn't we agree? We have something to discuss, so why are you so domineering?"

Chuxue opened her tender red eyes and said lazily: "Xiaoxue wanted to discuss it with A Ming, but she called A Ming several times, but A Ming didn't respond. If she didn't respond, it would be regarded as A Ming's acquiescence."

"Is this happening?"

Lu Ming thought about it carefully, and he seemed to have the impression that Chu Xue called him.

Forget it, it’s human nature to be deeply in love and unable to control yourself. Regardless of the outcome, the process was still very enjoyable.

"By the way, did A Ming just talk about weapons?"

Cuddling into Lu Ming's arms, Chu Xue adjusted herself to a better position and lay down, looking up at Lu Ming curiously.

Lu Ming chuckled: "Want to listen to the sequel? Okay, after evolving the weapon, you find that you don't like it, and you want to change it again, and you have a favorite target, and you can't look at anything else."

Chuxue Qinghui said: "Then use the one you like."

Lu Ming had no choice but to say: "I would like to suggest that the control level should be an intermediate Abyss Shatterer. Ah Ming, I am only an intermediate Abyss Shatterer, so what's the difference?"

Chuxue blinked: "It's just a suggestion. A Ming doesn't have to accept the suggestion."

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