CH 9

Editor: LotusEater

The heat of the live broadcast on the Star Net was skyrocketing, but on this barren and backward planet, the fanatical females were still crowded on the dilapidated road. They didn’t know that the male, that was so dear in their hearts—had already left the hospital secretly. 

“Is this how you treat an A-Grade male.”

The pale-faced female still had deep flesh wounds and bloody scars all over his body, but had no time to take care of the pain, and continued: “Jianshu, he was injured, but you didn’t take good care of him. If something happens to him…”

Across from him was the white and fat dean.

The dean was born with a kind face. He was still in his prime and his face always had a healthy flush. His appearance was that of a comical and relatable mascot. 

But in that moment, said healthy flush had paled as much as it possibly could and his features had tightened together in fear.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated, the hand holding a handkerchief trembled as it wiped the cold sweat seeping out of his face, “This is due to the negligence of our hospital. We will not escape this responsibility. The female responsible for taking care of Mr. Song was a newcomer, and didn’t know the rules here—“

Wenge’s cold and stern gaze swept over the faces of the females present.

He had been on the battlefield for a long time and had climbed his way up with solid military skills. If he didn’t deliberately restrain himself, even ordinary females would feel uncomfortable.

What was more, compared to the number of females, there were even more weak sub-female nurses there.

The pressure from the military female made all the sub-females in the room lower their heads the moment they looked at him, unable to bear it.

One such sub-female, with an unusually pale face, stood blankly in the corner before bursting into tears of fear. He stammered: “I, I don’t know why, I suddenly wanted to sleep… After waking up, Mr. Song disappeared…”

That was exactly Song Jianshu’s specialty. 

He could hypnotize others through the induction of mental power. Sub-females, who were extremely fragile in both mental power and physical strength, were even more unable to resist.

Wenge gave him a cold look: “If something happens to Jianshu, even your ten lives won’t be enough to pay for it.”

After speaking, he turned around and strode away, leaving a room of females to look at each other.

Wenge had only just woken up from a coma and appeared pale. His insides were still tattered and he needed to rest. 

But no one dared to block his path.

Wenge walked straight to the underground parking lot.

After he made a contract with Song Jianshu, his spiritual power was also linked to his. Although it was not as intimate as the blood contract between a male and his female monarch, it was enough for him to perceive Song Jianshu’s direction.

His senses told him that Song Jianshu was very safe. 

But he was still afraid. What if he hadn’t woken up in time? What if Song Jianshu was in danger?

He accelerated his steps, and when he entered the parking lot, he heard a familiar voice from the distance.

“Song Jianshu, you speak so well, what did you do after you married Wenge?”

Song Jianshu raised his head, a warm and firm light glowed in his pure black eyes: “I won’t deprive him of his military rank. He dreams of becoming a military female. How could I possibly stop him from realizing his dream? Even if… 

“Even if it damages my reputation, I won’t hesitate to do so.”

The camera accurately captured that scene, giving him a close-up.

Song Jianshu seemed so kind and pure. All in the audience who saw this scene couldn’t help but be deeply moved by it.

[Oh my god…Can there really be such a female in the world? Is he an angel?!] 

[Sobs sobs, I really want to cry. If only my master could be like this.]

Song Jianshu maintained a warm and compassionate expression, and extended his hand to Ling, “Ling, I’m sorry I haven’t explained myself to you. Please forgive my waywardness. If you want to rebuke me for my behavior – it will embarrass you after you get married – I can’t refute it.”

Song Jianshu lowered his head, showing a frustrated and fragile expression.

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[Legion Commander!! You can’t be so cruel!] 

……

Ling peered at Song Jianshu expressionlessly. The other party lowered his head out of frustration, and his soft black hair seemed to have lost its glow.

How boring.

Before, whenever Song Jianshu was depressed, Ling would feel as if the softest part of his heart was being repeatedly stabbed. 

He was used to enduring physical pain, but had never learned how to resist emotional pain.

No matter how busy he was at the time, he would put down all the work in his hands and awkwardly try to make Song Jianshu happy again.

For example, driving a starship to leap three galaxies away just to buy a pet Song Jianshu had mentioned that same morning.

—But now, looking at Song Jianshu like this, Ling was a little surprised to find that his heart was so calm. 

No, it couldn’t be regarded as calm. In the calm mood, there was a faint sense of boredom that was gradually rising. The black hair that used to be his favorite had now become something he disliked.

It was then that Ling felt something slightly tug at the corner of his coat.

Looking down, the black-haired and green-eyed male stared at him fiercely, threatening: “You’re already my female.”

But Ling’s gaze involuntarily moved to the other party’s curled, black hair. 

Before they left that morning, he remembered that the male had stood in front of the mirror with a box of hair wax, angrily fighting with his hair for more than half an hour – poof.

I really want to touch it.

“I’m talking to you? Did you hear me!”

“I understand, Master.” 

Ling clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, coughing softly to hide his laughter.

…Well, it would seem that he didn’t hate black hair.

He just didn’t like Song Jianshu now.

When Ling turned his eyes back to Song Jianshu, the smile on his face vanished and became cold. 

“Song Jianshu, don’t pretend.”

He had lost his patience and no longer wanted to tangle with Song Jianshu: “What difference is there between what you’re doing and Lu Mo?”

Song Jianshu’s eyes widened: “You, are you comparing me to him? ”

How dare he compare him to such a lowly male! He was an A-Grade male! 

“What makes you think that?” Ling snorted, “How do you deserve to be compared to Lu Mo?

“Have you forgotten? Wenge belongs to my legion. You keep saying that you won’t prevent him from working, but what have you done for him?”

Song Jianshu opened his mouth: “I-”

“—You,” Ling interrupted him, “You didn’t enter a blood contract with him, and that caused his rank to remain at Grade A.” 

Song Jianshu argued: “But he didn’t even reach A-Grade originally…”

Ling raised his eyebrows and said, “So he should’ve thanked you? Thank you, the B-Grade male that made a contract with him. The male that finally allowed him to increase his grade only after his precious maturity period, of which should have greatly increased his grade, yet only did so by a little because of you?”

Song Jianshu was tongue tied: “No, it’s not…”

“Stop, I won’t talk to you about this. One of you is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. What does it matter to me?” 

Ling looked at Song Jianshu with a smile, but there was no trace of it in his bright red eyes, his tone was particularly soft: “You said that Lu Mo regarded me as a tool for making money, then my dear Song Jianshu, Mr. Song.

“Why do I remember that each of Wenge’s paychecks, given by the military department, went into your account?”

Song Jianshu couldn’t help but take a step back.

On Ling’s face was his usual smile, but for some reason he felt a chill on his back. For the first time, he discovered that the silver-haired female that used to have no frame was actually so tall and big. 

He said indifferently: “That’s what Wenge insisted on…”

Ling tilted his head: “Oh? Voluntarily? ”

Seeming to find himself a reason, Song Jianshu finally had some confidence. He looked at Ling’s face and couldn’t help but be infatuated.

He knew that Ling was good-looking, but he never realized that Ling was actually that good-looking. 

He was like a wild and untamed, dangerous leopard. But as long as he wanted, that leopard would obediently lie down in front of him, unhesitatingly revealing its soft and vulnerable belly…

Just thinking about it made his body tremble all over.

Song Jianshu couldn’t help but take a step forward as he said softly: “Yes, he volunteered. Just like the car you gave me. You were willing then, weren’t you?”

“……” 

Ling narrowed his red eyes. An unprecedented storm could be seen brewing there.

Yet, his expression grew softer and softer. He spoke one word at a time, his voice loving, as if whispering into the ears of a lover, “Indeed.”

Song Jianshu looked at him foolishly, “Yes.”

The way Ling looked at Song Jianshu was no different than the way he’d look at a dead man. 

……

Wenge, who had a panoramic view of that scene, was already anxious.

He had once gone to war with the Legion Commander and was very familiar with the look in Ling’s eyes.

When he had first seen it, Ling had slaughtered 30,000 alien beasts alone. 

The second time was five years later. Ling had walked past Wenge, a bloody aura rising off his body during the night.

The next day, it was reported in the news that three generals in the military had been assassinated.

And now, was the third time.

At that moment, Wenge could clearly see Ling’s hand gripping the handle of the dagger at his waist. 

“Don’t!!!”

Wenge never thought that he could move so fast. In a seeming flash of lightning, he pulled out his own dagger and threw it towards Ling—

But even so, it was destined to be too late.

Wenge watched in despair as his dagger brushed past Ling, firmly nailing itself to the side of the car. 

Song Jianshu would die.

Like splitting bamboo, the sharp, long dagger pierced forward with a sheath-like killing intent, drawing a white line in the air. The piercing sound it made was so sharp that it pricked the eardrum—It was a notice for the arrival of death.

Dang!!!

The long dagger split the gemstone on Song Jianshu’s collar, causing it to shatter into dust. But the blade stopped precisely at Song Jianshu’s neck, not a single drop of blood appeared. 

Wenger lost the strength to support himself and slowly sank to his knees.

He was almost certain that Ling was going to kill Song Jianshu, but somehow changed his mind at the last possible moment.

It was almost impossible, even Song Jianshu couldn’t change the nature of the Legion Commander.

He gazed at the silver-haired female, gasping in fear. 

What exactly were you thinking of in that moment?

“You should be thankful that I now have a strong sense of self-management.” Ling put the dagger back into its sheath, “I’m not as impulsive as before.”

Only then did Song Jianshu realize that he had almost died.  

His whole body quivered and slid down against the wall behind him. 

Ling looked down at him, his voice soft: “But I advise you not to provoke me in the future. I won’t be so restrained every time.”

……

Lu Mo stared, dumbfounded at what had happened in front of him.

Too many things happened in such a short amount of time, he could hardly react. 

It seemed that his complexion wasn’t too good. The moment Ling turned to him, a trace of chagrin slipped across his face: “Master…

“Don’t be afraid, I just…accidentally…

“Did I scare you?”

There was a dark, gloomy light in his red eyes. 

Had he known, he would’ve been more careful. Obviously, there were more subtle means to make Song Jianshu disappear without a trace.

“Master, I—”

“My car!!”

Lu Mo could no longer hold back, hugging his old buddy and shouting with the pain of a knife being twisted in his heart: “My car ahhh!!!” 

The sharp dagger was nailed into the sleek body as far as it could go. Cracking, spider web-like scars trailed through the damaged point.

Ling: “……”

Wenge: “……”

Song Jianshu: “…” 

Lu Mo wanted to cry loudly!