Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

And the mastermind behind all the experimental projects, killing people. 】

At this time, the heart of No. 520 → So, why did a simple little dumpling end up blackening like this?How much have you done?

Chu Jingran was slightly surprised, murdering people?

[Oh...it's interesting. 】 Low smile.

After shivering, No. 520 immediately said: [Host, what props are you going to buy to assist the mission? 】

【Um? 】

[You are now sealed with the inheritance brand, and you have no power to restrain the chicken. The main task is to destroy the experiment. The value of force is not high, and you will be caught and killed by those people in minutes. 】

【Baby, why do you have to use your fists to destroy it? 】

No. 520 replied reflexively, 【Without fists, could it be possible to use love? 】

With a smile, Chu Jingran asked back: [Why not? 】

No. 520, who had no idea what Chu Jingran was thinking, immediately said: [Host, you are still a newborn child... oh no, you are a newborn palm-sized dumpling. As a normal person, how can you be mad at a newborn child? The dumpling, which produces a harmonious impulse, isn't the one who rides the horse a beast?No matter what, I can't beep——'I can't get up! 】

Forgive the irascibility and directness at the end of Chapter 520. After following Chu Jingran for a long time, especially after going through the last world, it has completely understood what Chu Jingran once said—men are animals that think with their lower body, and they believe in it. A wise saying.

In this world now, the lower body obviously can't think directly, and it can't figure out how the host can never stop having sex with the protagonist.

After hearing this, Chu Jingran's eyes were full of surprise, 【So you have always been such a filthy, sullen system? 】

number 520:……

I may need to format my system hard drive.

……

In the closed house, Feng Ze raised his hand to firmly catch the bright red blood drop in the air. Unlike other little demons, Feng Ze could clearly feel an invisible coercion from it, which belonged to the ancient Nine Tails The spirit of the fox.

Temporarily receiving his soul, Feng Ze's gaze finally shifted to the bamboo basket on the coffee table.

Through the handle of the bamboo basket, Feng Ze could see that the bamboo basket was made temporarily, and there were still many barbs on it that had not been cleaned. Even so, the inside of the bamboo basket was covered with a thick layer of velvet.

The white velvet blanket covers the entire bamboo basket tightly, and the delicateness of the female fox can be seen in the haste.

Raising his hand and lightly lifting the brocade velvet covering the top, Feng Ze saw a ball of pure fur in the basket at a glance, curled up and sleeping soundly, exuding an air of ignorance and ignorance, unaware of what happened just now everything.

Its beautiful plush long tail is covering its body at the moment. Due to the color, it looks like a luxurious solid-color quilt at first glance. Looking around, there are exactly nine fox tails.

This is the new generation of Demon Emperor?

Thinking back to the transaction just now, Feng Ze narrowed his eyes slightly.

It can be said that it is a very cost-effective thing to exchange the spirit of the demon queen for the position of temporarily protecting the cubs, but the problem now is...

Feng Ze frowned slightly, how to raise it?

It's no wonder that Feng Ze, who is decisive in everything, will start to encounter difficulties. The whole body of the little fox in the bamboo basket is not as big as its two hands. It is such a small ball, Feng Ze has reason to worry, in case he does not grasp the strength properly What should I do if I was crushed to death, or a person was trampled to death without paying attention?

He has made a contract with the mother fox, if the little nine-tailed fox dies before it takes shape, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't go to be buried with him.

As a standard activist, Feng Ze went directly to the study to get a notebook and his mobile phone, and called his secretary Newman.

Newman, who was lying on the sofa at home, putting on a facial mask and forcing her husband to dry the clothes, was holding up a tablet and looking at the latest emails in the mailbox, when suddenly the phone on the coffee table rang.

He turned his head suddenly, and the moment he glanced at the incoming call, he sat up with a swish.

"President Feng, what are your orders?" In just one second, Newman took off the mask, answered the phone, and answered the whole action in one go, without any jamming.

And as Feng Ze's secretary who was on call 24 hours a day, Newman has experienced many battles, and has already practiced the ability to answer the phone and not reveal the fact that he is in a hole even if he is in a hole.

Only this time... Did she hallucinate?

"Feng...President Feng, what did you say?" Newman was startled for the first time and asked the boss's question back.

On the other end of the phone, Feng Ze held a pen in one hand and the phone in the other. Hearing the words from inside, he frowned subconsciously, and repeated with a cold face: "What should a newborn baby feed him?"

Hearing the voice from the phone that was one degree lower than before, Newman shook, and immediately replied: "Breast milk or milk powder."

Feng Ze frowned, obviously he didn't have the ability to produce breast milk, and as for milk powder, Feng Zhai obviously didn't have either, but