Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

"You...want to take it with you?"

Outside the base gate, several military trucks were parked in a row, with an off-road vehicle at the end.

Qin Zihui passed by Wen Lang's car, and after confirming that it was ready to go, he walked over, took a few steps back, and couldn't help but ask.

The person in the passenger seat followed his line of sight, lowered his eyes and saw the orange cat squatting on his lap, and said "ah" nonchalantly.

"something wrong?"

"...No problem, but if there is danger then, we probably won't be able to take care of it."

Wen Lang rested his right elbow on the edge of the car window, scratched the cat's chin with his left hand, and gently pulled at his thin red lips.

"I don't have any losers who can only shout for help."

He pinched the back of the cat's neck and smiled a little bit, "Isn't that right, Xiao Jinzi?"

Xuan Wei followed the good advice: "Meow."

Wen Lang nodded with satisfaction: "Hey, did you hear that? She said she would take care of herself."

Qin Zihui: "..."

He hesitated to speak, but a cold scoff came from behind him.

"Cut, put on a show."

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for the people in the car to hear.

Wen Lang didn't react, so Xiao Hong curled her lips and choked back.

"Tch, who do I think I am? I was so angry early in the morning. It turns out to be Young Master Cheng. What a pity, my subordinates are defeated. I am not qualified enough to pretend!"

"You!" The man blushed and wanted to reply, but he opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't find any words to refute. In the end, he could only glare at Xiao Hong and then look at the person next to him, and said angrily: "Wen Lang! If you have the ability, compete with me again!"

"It was an accident last time, I will definitely win this time!"

"Ouch~" Xiaohong couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I've seen people with big faces, but I've never seen people as big as you. Why didn't Mr. Cheng say that as long as you lose, it's all an accident? Only if you win does it count. Woolen cloth?"

"Let me tell you, if you used the energy of stalking our brother Lang on Miss Qin, you might have won the beauty back long ago. What's the matter with being in front of my brother all the time? I don't know. Do you think you fell under my brother's overalls and fell in love with him after losing that match?"

"Nmd bullshit!" The redness on the man's face spread to his neck. Anger and embarrassment wrapped around his rationality, making him eager to get out of this embarrassing situation. His body was faster than his brain, and an ice pick flew out.

Xiao Hong was about to dodge and fight back when Wen Lang, who was in front of him, suddenly raised his hand and stopped the ice pick without blinking.

Less than an arm's length away from Xuan Wei's eyes, she clearly saw the process of the ice pick being assimilated between the fingers that had turned into metal at some point.

It turned into a ruthless sharp blade and suddenly shot back in the direction it came from.

To her, it seemed like frame-by-frame slow motion, but to others it was less than half a second.

The whole process was so fast that the man didn't even react. He stared blankly as the sharp blade continued to enlarge in his pupils...

"Cheng Lie!"

Qin Zihui screamed in surprise and pulled him hard in the lightning flash.

However, the gleaming blade still left a bloodstain on the side of his ear.

Cheng Lie subconsciously reached out and touched it. It felt wet and sticky. It wasn't painful, but his body trembled inexplicably.

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang still had that faint smile on his lips.

Like a mask, made of metal, perfectly carved, tough, and impeccable. It looks shiny, but in fact no light can penetrate it.

It's his most annoying expression.

But Wen Lang never showed any other expressions to him, including contempt, pride, and anger.

Even at this moment, Wen Lang didn't look at him. He just glanced at Qin Zihui and said in a casual tone with a vague warning: "Take care of your people."

Cheng Lie suddenly understood what it felt like to be so angry that he was unable to do anything. The fire in his heart burst out wildly, causing pain and suffocation everywhere. When it came to his head, it was all blocked back, and he was the only one burning.

He wanted to yell, "I'm not his," he was not Qin Zihui's subordinate!

But before he could yell, he was dragged away by Qin Zihui.

Qin Zihui was also very helpless. In the past, his brother had no major problems except for being a little arrogant, but since he lost to Wen Lang, every time he saw him, he exploded like a firecracker.

Although the cause seems to be his sister, Cheng Lie's behavior from now on when he confronts her has to be said to be very childish and abnormal.

After all, he is used to being the pride of heaven and cannot bear the slightest grievance or disobedience.

If it were someone else, he might even say a few words of favor to his brother.

Who is Ke Wenlang?

Really "arrogant".

He was sure that after Cheng Lie shouted those words, Wen Lang's next sentence would probably be "Then who are you?"

What's more frustrating than finding out that the other person doesn't even remember who you are when you're so obsessed with finding your place in the other person's place?

Undoubtedly, the brother would be really impatient later on, starting a fight with his own people before the mission was even completed, so he, the temporary captain who was thinking about the overall situation, had to act as a mediator.

On the other end, Xiaohong looked gloating, "Brother Lang, do you really not remember that person just now?"

Wen Lang frowned, "Who?"

"Cheng Lie, the one who competed with you in marksmanship a month and a half ago, and failed to give up and provoked you again and again."

Wenlang continued to follow the cat's hair and gave a neither salty nor bland sound.

When Xiaohong saw him like this, she knew that he was too lazy to think about it. After all, in the past two months since arriving at the base, Brother Lang's face and behavior have brought countless troubles to his door.

Brother Lang has always ignored it if he can. If he can't ignore it, he will solve it quickly. After solving it, he will leave the mess to them to clean up. It's strange that he would bother to remember this.

"Speaking of which, brother, don't you really think about Miss Qin?"

Wen Lang stopped frowning and half-closed his eyes lazily, "Who is it again?"

Xiaohong: "..."

Should he say it or not, he really sympathized with Miss Qin.

Qin Ziyi, the only other person with healing powers in the base besides Xiaobai, the treasured daughter of the commander, has a young and promising major brother Qin Zihui, and oh, there is also a childhood sweetheart, the flower protector Cheng Lie.

She is indeed the one with the best conditions among the women in the base who are trying to get close to Brother Lang.

After all, she should really like Brother Lang, unlike some other women who have no ability to protect themselves and can only use their bodies in exchange for shelter.

Poor Miss Qin, I'm afraid she still thought that Brother Lang would agree to compete with Cheng Lie because he was also interested in her. In fact... Brother Lang was just annoyed by a semen employer that day, and he happened to have a headache, so he bumped into her. Cheng Lie became an outlet for being abused and was left with no trace of his skin.

Xiao Hong started the car and followed the convoy in front, and sighed with some regret: "I don't know what kind of woman can catch my eye and be qualified to be our sister-in-law?"

Wen Lang closed his eyes and calmed down as if he didn't hear.

Xiao Lu, who was in the back seat, suddenly said, "You have to be as sweet and gentle as our Xiao Qing, right?"

The girl sitting on his left, with bangs and shoulder-length hair, smiled lightly.

Xiao Lu continued: "You have to be as smart as our Xiao Bai."

Sitting on his right side, the girl with a high ponytail and gold-rimmed glasses raised her eyebrows slightly.

Xiao Lu didn't even leave behind those who didn't come: "I want to be as calm and elegant as Xiao Lan."

Xiao Hong squeaked in disgust, "Okay, okay, you sycophant."

Xiaolu said seriously, "How can this be called flattery? I will always give my most sincere praise to such a cute creature like a girl."

Xiao Hong's teeth ached for a while, and she glanced at the orange cat's swaying tail with her peripheral vision. She smacked her lips and said, unwilling to be outdone, "It's not as useful as trying to please Brother Lang like Xiao Jinzi."

"Brother Lang, do you think so?"

He just said casually and didn't expect Wen Lang to answer.

Unexpectedly, Wen Lang, who had his eyes closed, seemed to laugh briefly.

He raised his eyes slightly and happened to meet the amber-crystal round pupils of the orange cat in his arms. He shook the soft flesh pad on his knees and raised the ends of his eyes in a small arc.

"It's quite likable."