Lu Sujun thought he had glimpsed Zhu Jing's mind, and the jealousy subsided a little again, but the sense of crisis was still there. No matter what purpose Zhu Jing had, he wanted to keep this slave. To him, it was a threat.

Before he got into the car, he pretended to think casually and said, "Zhujing, I know you have a good impression of that slave, but keeping him in your house like this is not a long-term plan, and sooner or later, it will attract people's attention. To recover as a sane slave, he still has to train him to understand his responsibilities..."

When Rong Wan heard the latter sentence, he was already unhappy in his heart, thinking to himself, why should my protagonist become a slave? Also sane slaves? What do your supporting characters know?

But he remained calm, but his face was a little cold in the night, and he motioned Lu Sujun to continue.

"Princess Suya of the royal family has recently recruited slaves as personal guards. It not only gives those poor slaves a normal status to be able to join the empire, but also helps them escape from the harsh environment of war and prison..."

Lu Sujun looked at Zhujing cautiously, and seeing that Zhujing had no other reaction except his cold and gloomy face as always, he continued, "You might as well consider sending that slave over for a while, it's better that his anger has not yet melted. hurt anyone."

These words Lu Sujun said now are naturally not in the original text, but he reminded Rong Wan to think of another thing in the original text.

Princess Suya.

Before the protagonist's family was arrested, they were also nobles on the fringes of the royal family, so the protagonist and Princess Suya knew each other when they were young. Back then, when the protagonist was thrown into a laboratory and transformed into a human weapon, Princess Suya cried and begged for mercy. Of course, her begging was useless. However, there are very few female characters in the book "Alien", and the protagonist does not even have a harem, which once made Rong Wan think this is a tanmei novel——

But the bad thing is that there is no male-male love line on the protagonist!

At this time, Lu Sujun mentioned it, and Rong Wan suddenly thought that Princess Suya's role in the alien race can be regarded as one of the more female characters. In the space of more than 7 million words, there are tens of thousands of words!

Could it be that the author originally intended to use it as the heroine?

Rong Wan's mind suddenly flashed: "When I was sent in, the protagonist said that he wanted to write a love story, but he actually meant not me and the protagonist, or the protagonist and others, right? I don't need to devote myself at all, As long as this relationship is facilitated, right?!"

The system choked, paused, and said, "Beep, according to the rules, it's like this."

So she occupies a considerable amount of space in the original text, and is the only brave princess Suya in the world who does not reject the protagonist so much. She is simply the most suitable candidate!

What's more, if Rong Wan wants to change the final result of the protagonist's newspaper office, he needs to help the protagonist recover his mental power and regain his energy source for the protagonist - that energy source is now frozen in the laboratory of the royal family, even if Zhu Jing has an admiral. The official rank, but also can not be easily approached. Only Princess Suya can get the energy source out.

Of course, he definitely won't send the protagonist to Princess Suya, and he is still worried if the protagonist is not by his side. But the protagonist can't pass, Princess Suya can be invited by him!

Thinking of this, Rong Wan only felt that he had found some hidden plot of "Alien", and he couldn't help feeling that excellence was really integrated into his own blood.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his lips, which fell into Lu Sujun's eyes, but he couldn't help but stare blankly. Admiral Zhu Jing's face, with those golden-rimmed eyes, was originally handsome and abstinent, but a man who never laughed suddenly laughed, more than the iceberg melting!

Many aristocratic women in the empire have made General Zhujing their number one candidate for their dream lover, not to mention Lu Sujun, who has admired General Zhujing for many years?

Lu Sujun didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that his lower stomach desire would be too obvious in this night, so he said goodbye in a hurry.

He was nostalgic, but Rong Wan had no nostalgia and hurried back to the second floor.

He sent off the servant, took a plate of food and water from the kitchen, and went back to the room where the protagonist was locked—

The food is all the protagonist likes to eat. After all, the original text is stinky and long like a foot-binding cloth. The author is a brainless person. Not only does he end up with the newspaper, but he also keeps pouring water. Even the protagonist likes to eat what he likes to eat. , golden rice cakes.

There were no lights in the room, it was completely dark. The protagonist is in the corner, like a trapped and crawling beast, making no sound, not even breathing. Rong Wan could only see his position clearly by the faint moonlight.

Rong Wan originally wanted to turn on the lights, but remembered that the military prison where the protagonist was staying was dark and dark at night, so he didn't turn on the lights for fear of disturbing the protagonist.

He walked over and put the food on the head of the bed.

Then he just stood there and asked, "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

Rong Wan has a good voice, and when he lowers his voice, it does not appear low, but has a magnetic tenderness. And it just so happened that his face was hidden in the darkness, so there was no need to force himself to show a cold and stern expression in order to comply with Zhu Jing's character.

But he didn't relax, his whole body was still tense, because he knew that the protagonist hated everyone and alerted everyone, and would kill him at any time.

A full ten minutes have passed, and the protagonist has not moved.

There was no movement in the corner.

The protagonist held his head up, his bottomless eyes staring at him, as if he was ready to wait for an opportunity.

In such darkness, Rong Wan also sweated for himself. He walked to the rattan chair by the window and sat down, picking up a book just like when he let the protagonist take a shower, looked at him, and told the protagonist that heThere is no intention to hurt.

I don't know how long it took before the protagonist moved to the bedside to eat. At first, he chewed slowly, and his eyes kept staring at him.Like the cub of some kind of beast, who would rather risk falling into a trap and become bloody, but sneak out because he was too hungry to bear it.