Spiritual power poured into Jin Zhaona's body, which had been lacking spiritual power for a long time, and had long been like a dry exhaust fan.

Now Zhao was extremely stiff, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.

After closing his eyes, all his senses became sharper. He clearly sensed the temperature and veins of the general's palm that was attached to the back of his cold hand.

—The admiral took his hand again. This is not disrespectful at all.

He shivered slightly, and across the warm skin, he could clearly hear the blood flowing from the general's palm, which was hot and could melt everything. That feeling made him addicted in an instant, and a mad desire suddenly surged in his heart.

Jin Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, but the general hadn't opened his eyes yet.

He stared at the general's face, his eyes greedily and pathologically traced to the other's outline.

- It would be nice if it could be possessed.

- It would be nice if you could keep it.

Rong Wan could feel that after replenishing some spiritual power, the spiritual power source in the protagonist's body suddenly grew wildly like a wild grass rooted in a desolate place encountering spring rain. Originally, the protagonist was the most tenacious person in the world, and he only needed to pry a few bricks on his head that made him breathless, and he would become stronger and stronger.

Before he gets the energy source, maybe he can restore the state that no one can stop before.

With the mental power of Zhu Jing's body, the first time he saw the protagonist with scars all over his body, he was able to suppress the protagonist. But after the protagonist had taken two mental power balls, Rong Wan felt that his insanely growing mental power was almost equal to that of Zhu Jing——

This is by no means all the credit of the mental power ball, but he himself has the most tenacious power to resist fate.

Rong Wan watched his seven million words of suffering, and saw him struggling and hating, but he had never seen him give up and surrender to fate.

Rong Wan saw that the protagonist's face had obviously lost a lot of paleness, and suddenly he was a little proud of his protagonist.

He let go of his hand, handed the box of spiritual power balls and blueprints to the protagonist, and said indifferently, "All cleaning will be done after I leave the house. When I'm in the house, you can come to my room to copy it."

Jin Zhao was stunned and nodded.

——In this way, can often enter and leave the general’s room.

"I'll be here today, you can go out." Rong finished drinking the coffee in the cup, put it on the table, then walked to the window, picked up the watering bucket, and took care of the flowers by himself.

After all, after being in this world for so long, in addition to contacting the protagonist and finding a way to complete the task, I am so bored that I can only grow flowers and grass.

Jin Zhao stood behind him for a while, and his eyes fell on the cup on the table.

His throat moved, and he picked up the cup by surprise.

After closing the door, Jin Zhao stood in the corridor, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the traces of the general's kiss on the cup. His fingertips were hot. There was also a hint of longing on his pale and gloomy face.

At this moment, he was finally very clear about his desires.

He wanted to hold onto that person as if he were the last straw.

Be it a slave, be a weapon, or drive away the people around him like stinky flies, he will use all means.

In the next few days, in order to allow the protagonist to concentrate on absorbing mental power, Rong Wan tried his best to push away those annoying military affairs and stay in the mansion. But don't know if it's his illusion. The number of times the protagonist appears in front of him has increased significantly, far more than the previous half a month. And it was unusual. When the protagonist was first brought back by him, he didn't even look at him, even if he met him occasionally, all kinds of hatred and gloom were mixed in it, and now—

early morning.

Rong Wan is a person who is used to sleeping late, when he was in another world before. But this world's Zhu Jing is obviously not. When the sky was still bright, this body woke up, but his consciousness hadn't woken up yet. He sat up on the bed, still a little dazed.

The door was knocked lightly three times, and Rong Wan subconsciously said, "Come in."

With sleepy eyes, he watched the protagonist walk in with the iron, took out a few sets of uniforms from the closet and started ironing, the steam slowly rose, the technique was not very familiar, and even a little stiff, but it was soon finished. Immediately, the protagonist took the uniform and military boots he usually wears and knelt down on one knee beside the bed.

Rong Wan didn't realize what the protagonist was going to do—

The protagonist began to hold his hand and put his uniform in, followed by pants and shoes.

When he reacted with hindsight, the protagonist was putting boots on him, his right foot was resting on the protagonist's knee, and the protagonist had his head bowed, from his point of view he could only see the protagonist's star-black eyebrows and The silver mask, but the expression of the protagonist could not be seen.

After waiting for a moment to wake up, he: ? ? ?

Rong Wan didn't dare to retract his foot, because the protagonist was holding his ankle with neither light nor heavy, his mind went blank, and he hurriedly contacted the system: "What is the protagonist doing? Isn't that what a slave would do? Doesn't he hate being treated as a slave the most? Also, cnm, didn't I find the heroine for him?!"

The system hesitated: "..."

The author has something to say: Jin Zhao: God, I ask for nothing, please give him to me.

Shenming: I can jio, so I have arranged it.

Rong Wan: I think... (people who have no right to speak are dragged out)

Princess Suya and Lu Sujun: cnm, I think Buxing! ! ! !

System: (hesitates)

——

Our protagonist finally knows his ultimate goal, and it's time to act.

Chapter 12

The shock is greater than the surprise than the panic.

He has always been one of the three best young people in the 21st century. He does everything by himself, and because of special professional reasons, he is sought after and worshipped by fans. He has grown so much that he doesn't even have a girlfriend! In other words, he has never been taken care of like this in his eight lifetimes. Moreover, since traveling here, even though Zhujing is a general, but Zhujing has a habit of cleanliness, so there is no attendant to serve him personally!