Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Song Zhixun went on to look in the mirror with the sword god, but he was actually checking the Seven Emotions panel of the palace. The data he had adjusted before were consistent and stable. He won the first battle. The question is what to do next?

Playing with his hair, Song Zhixun's mind went blank, and he didn't think about the following things at all.

"You... hello." The workers of the leader have already raised their weapons and aimed at the mecha behind Song Zhixun, everyone looked defensive, "We are workers who come here to mine. I thought there would be someone here, can I get to know each other?"

Song Zhixun glanced at the weapons in the hands of the workers. They were all obsolete models that had been eliminated for a long time. The knight said that these people were abandoned workers who were sent here, and most likely they were criminals who were deliberately abandoned here or people from the bottom of the Iron Country. people.

"Hello, my name is Song Zhixun, and I am the owner of this place." Song Zhixun pressed down the huge sword god with his hand, and stretched out his hand to wrap around Gong's neck, looking at the progress bar constantly, "He is Gong, it is me." of... free-range pets."

'Thinking' is growing, and it has been in a state of zero before, which proves that this guy is acting entirely on instinct, but now he is thinking.

What is he thinking about?Using the word pet is also testing the palace's tolerance for the so-called 'God Empress'. Can the conceited god endure such an insulting identity?

But unexpectedly, the value of 'anger' has never risen, on the contrary, 'joy' has gained a lot of value.

Song Zhixun looked at the palace differently. Does this guy have any special hobbies?

The scent that was faintly present before filled his whole body at this moment, like a tranquilizer that could stabilize the haze that could not dissipate in the palace itself.

His body was soft and light, but he was slightly taller than his current self. When he leaned on his shoulder, he could even smell the fragrance of the clear spring.

Gong could no longer take everything in the outside world into his eyes, he was only lingering in his mind with the endless aura that absolutely attracted him, he couldn't help but raised his head, and kissed his neck.

At first, Song Zhixun only felt a burst of fiery temperature approaching his neck, and the scorching heat was sticking to his skin. The scorching sensation made Song Zhixun's hair stand on end when he realized what happened, goosebumps appeared instantly, and he almost escaped The strong desire made his scalp tingle.

But he couldn't move, absolutely... couldn't move, Song Zhixun was calm on the surface, but felt aggrieved in his heart.

This is a pet?The leader glanced at the collar on Song Zhixun's neck suspiciously. It is very common to raise low-intelligence humans as pets now. The iconic one is the collar around the neck, but now the owner wears the collar as a free-range pet?

"The Rasteri Palace is all my place. As the master, I am not happy." Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes, his beautiful face was full of arrogance and contempt, and his white fingers gently stroked Gong's cheek , but suddenly his expression changed, he stretched out his hand and pushed Gong away, leaving a bloodstain from his fingernails on Gong's face, "I have my rules, and my rules are the rules of Palace Rasteri. If you don't go through my If you allow me to kiss you, you will be punished!"

Song Zhixun's move was considered to be an example to scare the monkeys, but he was worried when he did it. From the corner of his eyes, he was always staring at the Seven Emotions panel, and his anger value never rose.

Strange, this guy who is said to be delirious is not as irritable as the knight said?

"Do you have the ownership certificate here? If not, then this is the land belonging to the country."

As soon as the leader finished speaking, a piercing voice came from Song Zhixun's ear. The anger value increased seven times in an instant. Gong's gorgeous long hair flashed away in front of Song Zhixun. Severing the leader's arm, the movement was so fast that no human eye could follow.

The splashed blood stained half of Gong's cheeks, and the pale golden pupils shone with a narrow crimson. There was no killing intent in his eyes, but only contempt.

The leader wailed and took two steps back, Gong Leng stared at the leader, not even thinking of saying a word to him, raised his long knife again, and cut off Song Zhixun before Song Zhixun could make a sound. one of the leader's legs.

The leader knelt on the ground in pain, gritted his teeth and endured the spreading pain, and closed his eyes unwillingly. He really didn't expect that after many years of fighting, this boy's mobile phone was cut off without even the strength to resist. .

Song Zhixun was also dumbfounded, it was rare to see such bloody scenes in the world of steel, and the bright red scene made Song Zhixun's brain unable to react.

The tip of Gong's knife pointed at the leader's neck and moved forward a little. A small hole was opened under the leader's neck and blood flowed out.

It turned out that this was the case, the leader suddenly understood why he was sent to the Raster Palace as a mining guide. Those people... were clearly trying to bury themselves in this place!

"Colonel!" The workers who were observing the situation behind them raised their weapons and fired directly towards this side, but they all hit the transparent protective cover, which separated them at some point.

Colonel?Song Zhixun was brought back to his sanity by this word.

"See... did you get it?" Song Zhixun, who suddenly came back to his senses, tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, because Song Zhixun's sword in the voice palace did not move forward, "In my territory, the fate of resisting me That's it, you should understand what I mean, right?"

The leader gritted his teeth, the pain made his jaw tremble uncontrollably, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes: "When I came in, I thought this was heaven, but now I know that this is hell."

Song Zhixun squinted his eyes, half-knelt in front of the leader, brushed his fingers over the leader's wound, and stained the corners of the leader's eyes with blood donation: "Now I think we can start a conversation. First of all, what's your name?"

This young man is too bewitching, and the knife-wielding boy standing behind him is even more ferocious like a beast. If he were alone, he would be fearless, but behind him... there are comrades in arms that he cannot leave behind.

"Iser, my name is Iser." Isere succumbed, under the absolute power, his lowered head was like the mecha of a broken aircraft.

"Iser, I have my rules. If you follow the rules, I can consider at least spare your life."