Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

When Sharon opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling in the darkness, and his nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of chemical reagents, which made him feel sick.After searching the memory, I found that the memory after being injured was blank. I only remembered that I lost consciousness after the darkness in front of my eyes.

Xia Yang originally equipped him with enough attendants and servants, but he rejected them all, but he did not expect to end up in such a situation.

There was no one in the huge ward, and his hand was still tied with a drip and he was infused with an unknown liquid. Sharon looked at his wrist, and the light brain on it had changed from green to red, indicating that someone had sent him a A large amount of information has almost exceeded the capacity of the optical brain.

Xia Lang clicked on it, and it was all Xia Yang's information.

His expression froze for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal. Before he could reply when he turned on the optical brain, Xia Yang's application for communication connection appeared again.

Xia Lang's hand didn't intend to touch the connection button at first, but when he was about to move it away, his fingers tapped it uncontrollably, and Xia Yang's face appeared in front of him.

He leaned against a black chair made of invisible material, blocking out all the light around him. A pair of black pupils darker than the chair seemed to swallow Sharan.

"I told you, you are not allowed to turn off the optical-brain connection." Xia Yang's cold voice came: "Why are you disobedient?"

Xia Yang's appearance is completely different from Chris's. It is a very traditional oriental man's appearance. He has long black hair that reaches his waist, tied loosely with an unknown black ribbon, and is wearing an orthodox Tang suit. The orthodox pride of the imperial bloodline.

His appearance is a bit feminine, coupled with the cold temperament of his whole body, it looks a bit depressing. At this time, his eyes swept across Xia Ran's whole body coldly, and Xia Ran felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Forget." Sharon turned his face away from him.

"Forget, Xia Lang, you are very good." Xia Yang's name means the sun in midsummer, but he does not have a trace of vitality and warmth belonging to the sun: "Do you want me to treat you like before, you to remember?"

Sharon frowned: "Don't do this."

"No? Then will you be obedient, huh?"

It's obviously just a simple sentence, but it has a completely different meaning in Xia Ran's ears.The voice of that sentence lingered infinitely in his ears, and he suddenly felt dizzy, and suddenly fell limp on the bed, supporting his body with one hand, dripping with cold sweat.

While Xia Yang was speaking, he also used the ability of speaking spirit on him.

For a split second, Xia Lang felt that his body didn't seem to be his own, and he just wanted to move according to Xia Yang's tone, so his wound was involved, and he subconsciously bit his lip in pain.

Fuck, pervert, is this how spiritual powers are used?

The effect of resisting the spirit of speech will bring unspeakable pain to people. Xia Lang was in pain, but he didn't say a word. He clenched his teeth forcibly to maintain his superficial calmness. The beads of sweat betrayed him.

"Alang, don't challenge my bottom line." Looking at Xia Lang's pale face with satisfaction: "Did I promise to let you come to the Federation, do you think your wings are hard and you can get out of my control?" Xia Yang said in a low voice She sneered and said, "...you think it's beautiful."

Sharon bit her lower lip tightly, not wanting to make a sound, and refused to talk to the pervert.

"Do you know that it's the easiest thing for me to let you die, Aaron." As soon as Xia Yang finished speaking, Xia Lang found that his hands were caressing his neck uncontrollably, and A bit of a tightening trend.

He tried hard to break free, but to no avail, he could only watch helplessly as his fingers tightened gradually, pinching his neck deeply.

"You..." His heart was beating violently, Xia Lang forced out a word at the last moment he could speak, and then he couldn't speak anymore, the force on his fingers tightened suddenly, he was sure that he would soon Choked to death by himself.

There was a sudden dry cough in the throat, and the blood in the chest was surging, as if the lifeline was tightly choked by an invisible big hand, and even breathing became difficult.

The feeling of death and suffocation rushed to his face, making Xia Ran feel a white light flash in his mind.

Just when he was on the verge of collapse, the pressure in his throat suddenly loosened, and fresh air poured in, making Sharon feel as if he had been reborn.

"Alang, don't leave me." Xia Yang stretched out his hand from the projection. The high-tech holographic projection technology made Xia Lang feel that Xia Yang was really by his side, making him feel uncomfortable?

The man's seductive and feminine face leaned over and whispered in his ear, Xia Lang seemed to be able to feel Xia Yang's breath spraying on his neck in a trance: "Be good, brother likes good brother the most, you As long as you are good, brother will not treat you and my other lovely brother, how about brother."

The deliberately emphasized word "brother" made Xia Lang's indifferent expression finally have some ripples. He stroked his neck, blocking Xia Yang's sight from staring at his wound: "You are sick, Xia Yang."

The tone was cold, but it was a firm statement.

Xia Yang looked at her without making a sound. He looked at the place on Xia Lang's neck that had been pinched just now. It was now bruised and purple, and he could vaguely see the five black fingerprints.

It was obviously Xia Lang who pinched it himself, but Xia Yang seemed to think that it was his masterpiece, and there was a little excitement in his eyes.

Yes, excited.

Seeing Xia Ran's indifferent expression showing other strangeness because of him, whether it's pain or anger, can make him excited.

It's obvious that he has been forced to this point, but he refuses to even say a soft word. His younger brother is really interesting.

"Look, even the unreasonable request of coming to this barbaric place, I still agree to you." Xia Yang returned to his original elegant look, as if the person who almost killed his brother just now was not him The same: "Aaron, look at the wounds on your body, and you will know how cruel and difficult these barbarians are."

He has always felt that the Federation is a gathering place of barbarians, a race of low blood who can only use brute force.

"It was just an accident." Xia Ran said lightly.

"Accident?" Xia Yang snorted coldly: "I think the people in the Federation are tired of their jobs! How dare they not take my... Second Prince of the Empire seriously?"

He originally wanted to talk about my people, but he knew that Xia Lang hated him saying that the most. Every time he said this, he resisted with his life, and finally changed his words.

In some innocuous little things, he is still willing to follow his little pet.

Although this little pet is disobedient and likes to resist, he is one of the few joys in his barren life, and Xia Yang doesn't want to just get tired of playing with him.

He stroked his fingers up fascinatedly, wanting to touch the wound.

"Where is it hurt? Let my brother take a look, okay?" Xia Yang seemed to prefer the way he leaned over Xia Lang's side to talk, and felt an annoying breath on his mouth. Xia Lang subconsciously wanted to knock his finger off, But it only came to nothing.

It's just a holographic projection.

Xia Lang frowned, nails deeply embedded in the palm of his hand, to keep himself calm, Xia Yang was not by his side.

"Come on, let brother see, where is the injury?"

There was a strange light in Xia Yang's eyes, looking at his whole body, Xia Lang only felt that Xia Yang's gaze stayed on him stickily, making him feel uncomfortable.

He wanted to kill the communication, but under the influence of Xia Yang's speech spirit, his body couldn't control himself at all.

The wound is actually obvious. Xia Lang's wound just now has burst into blood because of the fight with Xia Yang, which is especially conspicuous on his lower abdomen, but Xia Yang still checked him from beginning to end with a playful face. It was called "Looking for the wound", and finally saw Sharon's wound like a joke: "Oh my God, our Alang was injured so badly, would those barbarians bandage the wound? Are they still there?" bleed!"

It was obviously worried, but there was no trace of worry.

In the holographic projection, Xia Yang stretched out his hand to caress Xia Lang's wound, but gently squeezed his fingers on Xia Ran's wound: "Does it hurt, Aaron?"

If he was real, it would be no wonder that the wound wouldn't deteriorate faster after rubbing like this!

Pervert, pervert, pervert!

A trace of disgust flashed in Sharon's eyes, but there was nothing he could do.He could only bite his lips tightly as if he was facing an enemy, and endure Xia Yang's touch. In Xia Yang's eyes, this image turned into a look that he couldn't bear because of the pain of the wound: "Poor Aaron, I'm so in pain that I can't speak."

"Don't hurt, let's get better quickly." Xia Yang's tone was a bit concerned, and he completely forgot that Xia Lang's current situation was almost thanks to him: "We, Alang, don't get hurt."

As soon as the words were spoken, Xia Lang suddenly experienced obvious changes.

The blue and black bruises on the neck slowly began to fade away, the wound on the abdomen also began to stop bleeding, and the wound slowly began to heal. Sharon even felt that he could feel the growth of the skin on the abdominal wound.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the bruises on Xia Lang's body had completely faded away, and the horrible gunshot wound on his abdomen had basically healed, leaving some faint red marks.

"I have already called Arthur and asked him to deal with the person who hurt you. If he is not satisfied with the result of his treatment," Xia Yang said casually, playing with his white fingers, "then I will directly bring the army to deal with them alright."

"Don't be like this, now is the time for a truce," Xia Lang sighed, and there was nothing he could do about someone like Xia Yang who never played his cards in an orderly manner: "It was my own carelessness, and it had nothing to do with the Federation or Arthur."

"You—" Xia Yang always had nothing to do with this stubborn person, obviously he could control all his actions, but he still really couldn't control this person: "Come back early."

He doesn't regret letting Sharan return to the federation. After all, pets should be taken out occasionally to let them fly.

But it can't exceed the bottom line. If Sharon tries to break free from his encirclement, then he won't keep his hand.

The communication finally came to an end, Xia Ran suddenly leaned on the bed and closed his eyes as if his backbone had been drained.

【Damn it, dealing with this pervert is harder than dealing with tens of millions of troops! 】

[This is the most popular setting for being a spoiled child recently, doesn't the host like it? 】

[I like you big-headed ghost! 】

Sharon leaned against the bed as if struggling, wanting to take a rest.

But things didn't go his way, as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

"Just talking to the eldest prince, don't you want to thank your savior? Your Highness the second prince?"

It was only then that Sharon realized that there was a second person in the ward. He turned his head to look at the other corner of the room, and he could clearly see a person leaning crookedly on the sofa next to him.

Blonde hair is particularly conspicuous.

It's Chris.

Chris listened to the conversation between the two of them from beginning to end.