In Song Sizhao's pure black phoenix eyes, her appearance was reflected at this time.

She carried the unique sense of oppression of the superiors on her body, enveloping Zhong Ling's heart like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

Zhong Lingxin didn't seem to see her aggressiveness, and a calm smile overflowed on her lips.

"Team Leader Song, is there something wrong with coming to me?"

Song Sizhao's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he looked at this indifferent woman with a complicated face.

This kind of selfish person who only cares about herself inexplicably makes her feel unhappy.

A white jade-like face was cloudy and uncertain for several times, and after a moment of silence, it turned into a chuckle, and instead asked back:

"It's a guest, not to mention that I've been waiting all afternoon, won't you invite me in and sit?"

Zhong Lingxin glanced at the entrance of the underground warehouse behind Song Sizhao.

There stood a straight line of well-trained Federation fighters with electromagnetic guns in their hands, their eyes not squinting.

They're not friendly guests.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes were full of ridicule, and he couldn't help laughing, and said meaningfully:

"Team Leader Song is here, and it is full of splendor. It's a pity that my temple is too small, and I'm afraid I can't fit so many big Buddhas. ”

The corners of Song Sizhao's mouth twitched, and the roots of his teeth were a little itchy with anger.

She rubbed her temples, turned and gestured to the person behind her, signaling not to come closer, and said in a lukewarm voice:

"I'm alone, and the others are out on standby."

Before Zhong Lingxin could react, Song Sizhao walked in front of her with long legs.

With a menacing face, she burrowed into the "rat hole" in her eyes.

Zhong Lingxin couldn't help but sneer as she watched someone's childish behavior.

Should she and Lin Yincheng be worthy of being sisters and brothers?

The two of them sometimes have an indescribable contrast.

Zhong Lingxin stared at the person walking in front, and his eyes flashed brightly.

Song Sizhao's figure is slender, and his back is unusually cold and stiff.

It is like a pine and cypress that is proud of snow, and like a dragon spear that will never bend.

This man is a mountain that deserves to be looked up to by all.

Song Sizhao glanced around the underground warehouse with sharp eyes.

The expression on her face changed from dissatisfaction to surprise, and she looked at Zhong Lingxin differently.

Rows of neat shelves, boxes full of sealed food, countless medicines.

Tsk, this also has 3 generators.

Not an inch of the whole space was wasted, it was crammed to the brim.

She picked up an unusually sharp scimitar and fiddled with a crossbow.

Song Sizhao is now more curious about this person, she doesn't seem to be the kind of timid person she originally thought.

"How long have you been preparing? So much supplies. These cold weapons are hard to see on the market, it's really good, why don't you give me a few knives? However, these things cost a lot of money, you are an ordinary white-collar worker, where did you get so much money. ”

Zhong Lingxin didn't answer her, and gently put the little white in his arms back into its small nest to make it lie more comfortable.

Then, Zhong Lingxin made a basin of warm water, combed Xiaobai's dirty hair, and wiped the blood stains on his body.

The small ball of hair was full of dried blood holes, and Zhong Lingxin's eyes were red.

She sniffed and carefully applied the powder to the wound.

Song Sizhao's mouth kept talking, but Zhong Lingxin didn't say a word, busy with the matter at hand.

Song Sizhao couldn't help but squint his eyes, no one had ever dared to ignore her.

She looked at Zhong Lingxin with an annoyed expression.

The scene in front of her made her raised sword eyebrows fall.

Zhong Lingxin was lowering his head at this time to apply medicine to a pet monkey.

As her eyelids drooped, the curvature became softer and more seductive.

Joan's nose is erect, and the side lines appear gentle and amiable.

Song Sizhao was in a trance for a while, and that serious pretty face coincided with someone, which made her love the house and Wudi's heart soften.

The unhappiness in her chest also vanished, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Song Sizhao pulled a chair and waited patiently.

The two long legs overlap gracefully, and there is no sense of oppression that was high up before.

She was engrossed, staring at Zhong Lingxin with burning eyes.

The fiery gaze was like a man's back, which made Zhong Lingxin's movements stop.

She let out a sigh of helplessness.

It seems that this man will not go away until he has achieved his goal.

However, didn't she say that she wouldn't join the federal team?

It doesn't look like you're trying to force yourself.

It's better to send this person away quickly, she's tired today and needs a good night's sleep.

Zhong Lingxin quickly packed himself up and changed into clean loungeclothes.

She poured a cup of tea for Song Sizhao, sat on the chair opposite, and took a sip of tea comfortably.

Seeing that someone had been smiling and silent, she raised her eyebrows lightly and said helplessly:

"Mingren doesn't say secret words, let's talk about something directly!"

Song Sizhao restrained his smile and pondered for a moment before he said solemnly:

"Zhong Lingxin, I believe in your appalling prophecy now."

Song Sizhao's thin lips were pursed, and the hand on his knee flipped over.

A water balloon appeared in the palm of her hand, the water swirling, faintly with a hint of wind.

Zhong Ling's heart was stagnant, thoughtful.

Song Sizhao seemed to think of some tragic picture, hanging his head weakly, and the ability in his hand dissipated.

Her back, which had been straight, was a little rickety, as if it would collapse in the next second.

The voice also became a little hoarse and low, as if it had been squeezed out of the depths of his throat.

"Yesterday, a special spatial phenomenon also occurred in the barracks. This is the ability I got after eating a strange fruit. ”

All electromagnetic weapons really lost their effectiveness, and the warriors could only rely on cold weapons to fight those monsters hand-to-hand.

There were more than 300 fighters in a military camp, and in the end only more than 20 remained.

Each of them has special training and good fighting skills, but the end result is not one in ten.

Song Sizhao's chest was sour, his eyes were red, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

She turned her head, pretending to pull the shredded hair from her ears, her fingertips gently brushing the corners of her eyes.

"This is a global catastrophe. As far as I know, there have been 2,000 mysterious events in Rongguo now, not to mention other countries. In these mysterious events, countless humans have been used as food by monsters, and they have died for life. As you must have seen on the way back, no matter how much we try to cover it up now, the people are aware of the truth of the matter. Now everyone is in danger, and public opinion is in an uproar. Panic spreads like a virus among people. The whole world will face stormy and precarious dangers. These monsters can't be dealt with by armies alone, and the Federation needs your ability to foresee. ”

Song Sizhao looked at the indifferent woman opposite.

Those dark eyes seemed to have no trace of emotion, and they were bottomless. Could it be that her heart was made of stone, and it could be so indifferent?

Zhong Lingxin's eyes were empty, as if his soul was out of his body.

She didn't know that the person on the other side was gritting her teeth in anger.

The warmth in Song Sizhao's eyes dissipated, and he looked at Zhong Lingxin coldly.

Beneath the coldness was the flames of anger.