The villain forced me to eat soft food

Jiang Ling was woken up by the voices from downstairs, probably Anji and Mag were in contact.After a night of precipitation, Jiang Ling's mood has returned to calm. It is normal for the villain not to want to see him. After all, the villain in the original book is not a normal person, and he should not care about the other party.

At least he still has personal freedom now, much better than the original owner.

After his understanding last night, he realized that the probability of him wanting to escape from Burke Star was extremely low.Without resident status, he can't take the normal waterway, unless the nobles with private warships are willing to help him.

Of course, this is a fool's dream, not to mention that there are very few families with private warships in Berkexing, and most of them are relatives of the royal family, so naturally they would not take the risk to protect him as a proton.

This matter still has to be discussed in the long run.

Jiang Ling's train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door, and it was An Ji who came.

"Your Highness, something is wrong. Our villa has been surrounded." Apparently, Angie hadn't recovered from seeing a team of high-spirited men guarding the door early in the morning.

Jiang Ling frowned, before he realized what Anji was talking about, his body had already left the bedroom door ahead of time.

Walking down the stairs, I saw that there were already more royal guards in military uniforms in the originally empty courtyard. At this moment, the leading guard was talking with Mag.

After seeing Jiang Ling, the chief guard stopped and turned to His Highness Proton, and said with a serious look: "Your Highness Jiang Ling, Your Majesty specially sent Wilson to protect His Highness."

Jiang Ling was about to be laughed out of anger, but his upbringing prevented him from swearing.

"Can I know where I offended His Majesty? That's why he sent you to monitor me." Jiang Ling held back his breath and asked.

That's good, all his efforts were in vain. Now that his personal freedom has been restricted, he must return to his original owner's fate soon.

Wilson bent his lips slightly, and his dark face seemed to be a bit gloating besides his seriousness. He cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness, you have misunderstood. Your Majesty is thinking of your safety."

After all, he seemed to feel that there was no threat around him, but he said the truth: "Besides, isn't your identity the reason?"

"I'll go talk to His Majesty." Jiang Ling looked calm and wanted to go out.

If he was really imprisoned here, then he might really have no life left.

Wilson suppressed his smile, he seemed to have supreme authority after receiving the order, and he didn't take Jiang Ling seriously, and even used his mental power maliciously to bully this good-for-nothing proton.

As soon as Jiang Ling took an extra step outside, he felt the smell of blood in his chest. Wilson took two steps forward and stretched out his arms to deliberately block Jiang Ling.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself." Wilson said provocatively.

To become the head of the bodyguard, Wilson was originally a very talented nobleman.It's just that the military order in the palace is strict, and facing His Majesty all the time, he has no choice but to restrain his nature.

Now it can be regarded as an errand for him to relax, and he has to vent his anger in other places.

What's more, Wilson has always been interested in McGonagall, but he has never dared to ask His Majesty for someone. Unexpectedly, he heard that His Majesty gave it to the proton who has no spiritual power, and he has already hated Jiangling in his heart.

Jiang Ling glanced at him and had to temporarily retreat to the villa.

Although he found that he had mental power in his mind, he hadn't practiced it systematically, and he couldn't show it, otherwise it would immediately accelerate the original owner's fate as cannon fodder.

Mag stood aside and looked worried. She thought she would hear bad news about the tyrant, but she didn't expect nothing to happen.No, since the tyrant ordered people to monitor Jiangling, it means that he has discovered the problem in the soup and mistakenly thought that the proton made it.

It's just that according to her understanding of Chu Wenyu, it shouldn't be just that. Could it be that Chu Wenyu can't move Jiangling now for some reason?

Mag clenched her hands tightly. Although this mission failed, she might still be able to use Jiang Ling, if she could persuade Jiang Ling to form an alliance with her.If he can succeed at that time, the crime will be placed on Jiang Ling.

Thinking of this, Mag also planned to follow into the villa.But was stopped by Wilson.

"Miss McGonagall, I have something to give you." Wilson's attitude was a bit frivolous, and his eyes were full of the usual predatory look of an Alpha.

Mag smiled politely, then took a few steps back and refused: "No need, Captain Wilson." Then he turned around, couldn't help showing disgust, and almost smelled the other party's unpleasant message again The smell of Su Su, every time I see her, I feel like I'm going to be in heat, she's going to throw up, okay?

Wilson's smile froze on his face, but he held a grudge against Jiang Ling, thinking that it was this waste matter's vase-like appearance that hooked Mag.

Jiang Ling asked the robot for some medicine, but the smell of blood still lingered on his chest for a long time.Knowing that he couldn't escape the villain's grasp, and even didn't know how to deal with him later, Jiang Ling suddenly calmed down.

I found a book about psychotherapists and began to read it carefully. If I still have a chance to escape in the future, I will also treat it as a technique.

When Chu Wenyu saw Jiang Ling taking the medicine, he frowned subconsciously, forcibly dispelled the discomfort in his heart, and tried to appreciate Alpha's angry look with a cold face.

But watching Jiang Ling hold the book and gnaw all morning, he was very inquisitive.

This didn't match Chu Wenyu's imagination at all, and the monarch who wanted to wait for Jiang Ling to come over and beg for mercy became more and more unhappy.

But at this time, the maid on the side also served their monarch tremblingly with lunch.Every day at this stage, she was very flustered, for fear of running into a time when their Majesty was unhappy.

She still remembered that one time, when another maid came up to serve, the monarch happened to be in a bad mood, and she directly scattered the food at her feet indifferently.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's meal time." She said tremblingly.

The maid had recently sprayed her favorite perfume, jasmine, but she didn't expect it to cause trouble.

When Chu Wenyu smelled this smell, he felt a severe headache again and was extremely disgusted.He said unceremoniously: "Don't use this inferior perfume next time."

The maid turned pale, worried that the monarch would punish her for this, and quickly said: "Your Majesty, this is the smell of slave pheromone..." So it's not her fault, don't punish her.

Chu Wenyu didn't have the time to doubt it, it's rare that he didn't have an attack and let people go down.There was no one around to serve him, so he had to push the wheelchair to the dining table by himself, but it was really troublesome to reach the food on the other side.

Thinking about the headache-inducing smell, Chu Wenyu was so upset that he didn't call anyone in. His appetite, which was not high at first, became even more depressed, and he threw the tableware in his hand on the ground a little violently.

If... it was the smell of pheromone from that prisoner, he could barely bear it.

Inexplicably, the shadow of Jiangling reappeared in his mind, which made the gloomy monarch even flash the idea of ​​letting the prince of the enemy country be his personal attendant.

Ridiculous and unreasonable.

But who knows if he can do it.