Anti-Quick Transmigration System: Black-bellied male god, please take the move!

Chapter 722 Interstellar Commander 33
"Then go and like it." Su Mo's mouth twitched: "Okay, my lord, you should have had enough fun, right? I can't stand your troubles anymore, I'll go to rest first..."

As Su Mo said, she was about to walk to the rest area beside her, but he stood in front of her and made her bump into her arms firmly!

Su Mo rubbed her sore nose, but his hand covered her waist again.

Hearing the sound of suction coming from around her, she raised her head and subconsciously looked around... Then, under the surprised eyes of the people around her, she found... Why is their current posture like... She threw herself into his arms? !
And now she is still a man! !
But a man's low voice came from beside her, and she hastily gritted her teeth and pushed him away. When did such a man who wants to save face become so vulgar?Not even gender? !
He is not afraid of what people will say about him behind his back at all, so he wants to die with her, right? !

It is estimated that after tonight, her title of "the man who is protected by His Majesty" will be confirmed.

No matter how hard I make or what achievements I make, I will have a direct relationship with this man.

She came to the rest area to find a seat to rest, but Mu Shen also followed, and seeing the two sitting in the rest area, the group of people who were originally sitting in the rest area all left "wisely".

Mu Shen who was sitting next to her didn't look at her, as if he was sitting with her just by coincidence, and didn't even seem to have any intention of talking to her.

But there was no one around, so Su Mo thought of another thing.

So she took the lead and said, "Why did the small warships of the Second Fleet set real damage?"

Mu Shen's movements were obviously paused, and he immediately returned to his original state, but did not look at her: "What else could it be because it would increase the driver's control accuracy and judgment more realistically."

"If this is the case, then you can do the same pressure facial stimulation, but with a sensor system that minimizes pain. There is no need to make such a setting."

"Su Mo, you need to know." He frowned and turned his head: "This is much better than letting those people drive small warships in person. If they are in danger in space, they may not have a chance to survive. , but since they are on the main battleship, they can get the best treatment right away, can't they?"

"But why can't such harm be avoided?"

"What you can see is not the worst result, isn't it?" He stretched out his hand and pressed it on her head, his eyes heavy: "Sometimes what you see may be a good result for them. ”

"Yes, I can see my results too."

"That's why I want you to leave the Second Fleet."

"But is there any difference? Is it true that people are born to be divided into three, six or nine grades, and even when it comes to going to the battlefield, they have to be divided into life and death? Do you know that they don't know that they will be the first to be judged?" Abandoned and abandoned, how could they not know?"

"So what?" Mu Shen stood up, his gaze no longer turbulent: "Sacrificing for Stiso is their supreme honor."

Su Mo didn't bother to say anything more to him, and turned around to leave this boring banquet.

He grabbed her wrist.

"But you, I hope you can come back to me, because only by my side can your safety be guaranteed to the greatest extent."

"Really?" Su Mo turned around, raised her lips and smiled lightly, "But I just don't like comfort."

(End of this chapter)