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The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The cheetah minister was a little nervous, and subconsciously shaved the sheet with his paws, and then barely reacted: "This-"

He carefully speculated on Song Chenxing's thoughts: "It's just a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years. ”

When the rumor first circulated, it frightened a large crowd. Because the legendary humans and apes looked alike, for a while, countless orangutan monkeys died in the interstellar space, almost once forcing these two races to extinction.

It was not until later that the rumor was forgotten and the two races flourished again.

This rumor is so big that if the news that His Majesty's pet is a human - or even just a suspected human - will cause an uproar in the Empire.

Both the populace and the council will force His Majesty to hand over the little pet and then put her to death.

But His Majesty seems to really love that little thing—

The Cheetah Minister turned his head around for a long time, and then said dryly: "The rumors are not necessarily true. ”

Song Chenxing raised his eyes and glanced at him, then raised his paw slightly, and said lightly: "Does Aiqing really think so?" ”

The Cheetah Minister stopped talking.

He couldn't figure out Song Chenxing's attitude, and scratched the sheet with his paws for a long time, but decided to continue to uphold his previous attitude.

The Cheetah Minister insisted: "I do think so. ”

Song Chenxing raised his blue eyes and looked at him deeply: "Then remember what you said now." ”

The cheetah minister was a little hairy at this glance.

He subconsciously hid his fried tail, and was about to speak, when he heard Song Chenxing sigh faintly: "I'm a little pet—"

The cheetah minister was excited, straightened up suddenly, and quickly said: "Your Majesty, this is a special breed of monkey who has opened his mind!" ”

Song Chenxing tilted his head slightly, and the pupils of Hulan quietly stared at the Cheetah Minister for a while, and then bowed his head slightly: "You're right." ”

The big cat seemed pleased with the answer.

The Cheetah Minister breathed a sigh of relief.

He shifted his ass and snuck out the tail that had been pressed under him.

The cheetah minister's tail was pressed a little numb, and he couldn't help but shake it lightly twice, and then asked, "Your Majesty, do you have anything else?" ”

Song Chenxing turned his head to look at Shen Jiu, who was still learning to speak seriously, and his gaze subconsciously softened: "Make an appointment for me to have an intelligence test in a week." ”

The Cheetah Minister was no longer sleepy, he nodded relentlessly, and began to contact the Intelligence Testing Center.

Song Chenxing said again: "Don't fill in my name." ”

He flicked his tail lightly and commanded in a low voice: "I will hand over the little one to you when the time comes, and you can take her for testing." ”

The cheetah minister was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "Hand, hand it over to me?" ”

Song Chenxing nodded unhappily: "Yes." ”

The news of his acceptance of a pet shop at his birthday party has spread throughout the interstellar world, and if he takes the little one to be tested, others will inevitably notice her.

Song Chenxing wasn't sure if Shen Jiu was a human or not, but he subconsciously felt that he couldn't take this risk.

His Majesty the Tyrant, who couldn't take the little guy to do the test himself, was very unhappy: "It's decided." ”

He raised his paw and hung up the call with precision.

The call was suddenly hung up, and other content on the star network naturally appeared in front of Song Chenxing.

The first one that catches your eye is a notification of arrival.