After Transmigrating Into a Villain Cannon Fodder Male Zerg

"His Majesty!"

When I saw the insect emperor, Song Jianshu seemed to have seen a savior and stood up excitedly.

He has changed a lot, this change is very subtle. People who are familiar with him will be shocked when they read it-is this still the gentle and handsome Song Jianshu?

But take a closer look, this is indeed the face of Song Jianshu.

It's not that his facial features are distorted, but that they have changed in some very subtle places.

The originally clear black eyes have now quietly climbed up a lot of bloodshot eyes; the eyes are stained with a layer of bluish black. This is the common feature of many males, and the long hours of joy drained their energy; and he The cheeks that had been smooth and full were now relaxed.

It’s hard to imagine,? In this short period of time, what did Song Jianshu go through to produce such a big change.

But the only thing that is certain is that the "traits" that distinguished him from other males in the past have now disappeared without a trace.

What stood here now was just a very high-level ordinary male.

Chonghuang looked at him quietly, and said: "Song Jianshu, you have changed a lot."

Song Jianshu reluctantly pulled away a smile. In front of the respected Insect Emperor, he seemed to think of his former self again, and looked very embarrassed.

But he calmed down quickly,? To the insect emperor: "Your Majesty, I just figured out something."

Everything stems from that gambling game. After he lost all his net worth to Lu Mo, Song Jianshu was lost.

Why?

Why does a despicable villain like Lu Mo live so well? He snatched Ling away from him, and treated those poor females without a trace of mercy, but God not only didn't punish him, but also allowed him to gain more.

The level that keeps leaping, the increasing net worth, if that is the case, what makes Song Jianshu the most unbearable is that after Lu Mo became an A-level male, his fame overnight? !

What a ridiculous thing!

Is it really as the saying goes—noble is the epitaph of the noble, and despicable is the pass of the despicable—is it true?

The despicable Lu Mo has the right and the left, and just because he adheres to the principle, he is getting worse and worse?

With such doubts, Song Jianshu returned to Emperor Star. However, after losing his residence permit, he is already a dark household. If he wants to stay here, he must pay a large amount of security deposit every month...

But where he had money, and seeing that he was about to be kicked out of the Emperor Star, Song Jianshu had no choice but to look down and find a female who had admired him in the past.

"How much do you need?"

The female looked at him affectionately, as if as long as Song Jianshu spoke, he could do everything for Song Jianshu.

When Song Jianshu fumbled and reported the number, the female just thought a little, and almost agreed without hesitation: "Give me some time, and I will give it to you tomorrow."

Song Jianshu breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said: "I will pay you back next week!"

The female looked at him tenderly and said, "I believe you."

Can't live up to such trust, and can't live up to such gentle eyes, but how can he make enough money in a month?

There is one answer: gambling.

This is not the purpose of Song Jianshu's ignorance, and the emergence of a medical emergency, but a mysterious and mysterious "destiny". As long as the gambling game he was in, no matter how the opponent played a thousand, no matter how outrageous the situation, the final result would always magically fall to Song Jianshu's side.

It was precisely relying on this fate that Song Jianshu made a lot of money in the beginning, and also slapped many people in the face again and again.

This time, there will be no exceptions.

With such confidence, Song Jianshu entered the casino with a huge sum of money.

...

In the dim and noisy casino, Song Jianshu's face was miserable, his eyes fixed on the cards in front of him.

Most of the previously full confidence has disappeared.

He has been in this casino for a whole week. But in this week, his fate-like "gambling luck" seemed to have gone away from him. As long as it was where he placed his bets, he would definitely lose.

In the end, even the onlookers found out: Any bet made by Song Jianshu, betting against him, will definitely make a lot of money.

Song Jianshu was not willing to believe it at the beginning, and he stubbornly placed bets again and again. And when he finally woke up, he had less than one tenth of his chips left.

"Place a bet! Place a bet!"

The croupier looked at Song Jianshu with a smile: "You have been losing. Or go back and find your luck. Don't gamble with the remaining chips?"

Song Jianshu's eyes were red, and his pupils trembled rapidly because of nervousness and unwillingness.

He must win the money back, otherwise he won't be able to explain to the female. And-as long as he wins this one, everything he invested before will be back!

Unfortunately, after so long, it's time to transfer.

Finally made up his mind, Song Jianshu grabbed all the remaining chips and pressed them up: "This one, I'm all down!"

Not surprisingly, the croupier glanced at Song Jianshu.

All gamblers are the same. The more they lose, the more unwilling they are. They pin their hopes on the elusive "luck", hoping to recover their previous sunk costs.

As long as there is a little bit of sensibility, they understand the truth of timely stop loss.

But the reason why gamblers are gamblers is because they have no sense of this thing.

The croupier leaned down and turned over the cards. A pair of ghost cards were shining on the card table. He looked at Song Jianshu apologetically: "Tong kill."

"You lost again."

Song Jian’s bibliography was about to split, and all the chips were thrown away. The colorful plastic round cards fell one after another, and Ding Ling was scattered all over the place.

He roared: "This is impossible! You must have used the means!"

The croupier looked down and looked at the nearly collapsed Song Jianshu with an extremely professional smile: "Even if you are an A-level male, now that you have entered the casino, you have to pay attention to a willingness to bet. I hope you don't let us move. thick."

"Otherwise... it's very difficult."

Song Jianshu looked up desperately, and the croupier squatted down and comforted: "At least you haven't paid yourself in. There are some males who have mortgaged their insects to the casino."

The croupier's eyes were faint, and Song Jianshu looked at him, and suddenly shuddered.

He seemed to be looking at the abyss.

Song Jianshu stood up silently, gathered his jacket, silently pushed aside the crowd of onlookers, and left the casino.

...

It is early morning outside, and the early autumn morning is always filled with dense fog. Song Jianshu felt heavy, but his steps were erratic, walking into the thick fog like a wandering soul.

He was in a daze, and when he recovered, he realized that he had come to the house of the female worm unknowingly.

How to explain it? He lost all the money used to pay the deposit into the casino. Today he is still a black house, and his principal has been lost.

No, I can't say it!

Song Jianshu's heart trembled and turned around to run. However, at this moment, there was a sharp siren sound from a distance, and a route was far and near, passing by Song Jianshu's side.

With a "crunch", the police car's tires and the ground made a harsh rubbing sound and stopped in front of the female's house.

When the car door opened, the police filed out, and the chief officer in the lead gave a signal, and the door was smashed open! !

Song Jianshu widened his eyes. He approached a female who was left behind and asked, "Police officer, what happened to this."

Seeing that Song Jianshu was a male, the cold female suddenly slowed down and said softly, "Here is a female who lives here. He is the financial affairs of a certain company and was found to have embezzled huge assets of the company privately. Catch it back for interrogation."

Song Jianshu paled.

He stood there blankly, panicking in his heart.

How to do? If it is discovered that the female gave the money to herself, will she be arrested too? Then his life is over!

If the money is still there, it would be nice to say, now the money is all lost...

An angry shout came from the house: "Be honest!!"

There was no sound of fighting, and the police officers walked out with a female worm. The females even wore soft pajamas, with unfading sleep marks on their faces.

When being escorted out, the female saw Song Jianshu at first sight.

His eyes were facing each other, Song Jianshu's mind was blank, but his heart panicked to the extreme.

The female worm looked at Song Jianshu quietly, he was still so gentle, and only the figure of Song Jianshu was left in his beaming eyes.

The police officer asked curiously: "Why, do you know this female?"

"..."

Song Jianshu suddenly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "No, I don't know him."

"Yes, how do you know this female?"

Song Jianshu lowered his head. When the police officers escorted the female worm past him, he only saw the female worm's naked feet stepping on the rough ground and black shackles on her ankles in a pair of boots.

In the end, the female said nothing.

But Song Jianshu suddenly understood one thing at this moment.

The female would hide everything for him, and the huge sum of money he borrowed just disappeared.

The surprise of the rest of his life gradually came to my heart.

I see.

I see!

He was always wrong before!

This is no longer the world he used to be. His three views and morals in that world are all useless here.

Survival of the fittest is the only truth, and since he is fortunate enough to wear it as the most noble Class A male, why doesn't he make good use of it?

He let Ling go because he was too moral.

If at first, like other males, set the rules for Ling, Ling would not be ambitious, and even dared to run away privately...

From now on, he will never be so stupid again!

——

"I understand a truth."

Song Jianshu looked at the insect emperor and said with a chuckle: "I finally understand how I lost."

The Chonghuang looked deeply into Song Jianshu's eyes, and then said, "That's how it is."

He was still worried about how to explain to Song Jianshu that Wenger was taken away by Lu Mo and now he has left Emperor Star.

It seems that Song Jianshu doesn't care about this anymore.

"I'm sorry, but I have something very important to do now." The insect emperor said lightly, "You wait for me here first."

Song Jianshu hurriedly said: "Of course! Of course!"

"But you can't go in that door." The insect emperor said solemnly: "Otherwise you will encounter the most tragic thing."

Song Jianshu naturally promised: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

However, as soon as the insect emperor left the room, Song Jianshu immediately came to the door.

Although it was just a glimpse, he had already seen the unforgettable scenery in his life through that gap.

In the mist of water, a beautiful and pure Zerg stood ignorantly in the bath and smiled at him.

He looks like a teenager, his undeveloped face is indefensible, and there is an extreme temptation in the purity.

Song Jianshu felt that kind of destiny guidance again at this moment. Whenever he felt this kind of guidance, what greeted him next was a series of gains. Maybe it's a level increase, maybe it's a high-level female, or maybe it's a happy face slap...

Those words that the worm emperor said, just want to hide this zerg, and not be discovered by him, right?

There must be a tragic secret behind this! Song Jianshu clenched his fists angrily, he wanted to rescue the young Zerg!

Without hesitation, Song Jianshu opened the door.

Inside the door, the boy was like a frightened deer, his wet bright eyes blinked, and he whispered, "Who are you..."

The voice is ethereal and soft, like the sound of heaven, washing the soul of Song Jianshu.

He involuntarily walked to the boy and squatted down by the bath: "I'm here to save you."

The boy blushed slightly, his soft hands resting on Song Jianshu's shoulders, his chest and the top two spots were red and tasseled very attractive.

Song Jianshu smiled softly and leaned over to stabilize the young man's pink lips.

However, he closed his eyes, but did not notice that the young man's eyes looked at him, suddenly becoming cruel, like a bloodthirsty demon.

————

And at this time Lu Mo.

He raised his head and drank his last sip of hot drink.

System: [...Is this the taste you hate to drink the most? I now have a better understanding of the extent of your duplicity. 】

Lu Mo: [...]

This is indeed his most annoying taste!

If it hadn't been for Ling to make that kind of action suddenly in full view, he wouldn't be embarrassed enough to drink water to cover up because of embarrassment.

So everything is to blame Ling.

Lu Mo put the empty cup back on the table, making a slight "click" sound.

At the same time, Ling was seen as a galloping arrow, with silver hair dragging a long afterimage in the air, briskly passing by the side of Gray Feather.

Obviously all this happened in a blink of an eye, but Lu Mo damnly saw that, Ling Zaikong also glanced at himself.

Ling, who always squints and smiles, is completely different...

Ling sharp eyelashes are like dovetails, red eyes are dark and dull, and his cold side face seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

He just glanced at Lu Mo indifferently.

Lu Mo could almost imagine that there was a seemingly scent of blood and rust on Ling's body. At this moment, this breath appeared out of thin air, lingering in his nose.

He stared at the stage blankly, and Ling stood still behind Hui Yu, shaking the knife slightly.

Following his movements, the tall gray feather figure slowly fell down.

In the cheers of the audience, Ling raised his hand, white gloves wrapped his slender five fingers. Then gently lifted the brim of the hat, squinting at Lu Mo.

At this moment, Frost seemed to suddenly meet the scorching sunlight, which melted away.

Ling Chao Lu Mo blinked his left eye as usual.

Lu Mo pointed straight at the stiff tail hook, quietly tilted his head, then walked around and rubbed his waist, as if asking—

"Hey, brother, how can you still stand here?"

The heat on Lu Mo's cheek gradually rose, and he muttered awkwardly, "It's really showing off."

But he stood up involuntarily, facing his female prince through a layer of transparent glass.

[Eh eh eh! ! ! 】

The system screamed suddenly.

Lu Mo's head exploded: [Fuck, can you give me a hint? I almost scared you over—]

However, the voice of the system interrupted him.

【Ding! The protagonist's halo is being recycled, and the current progress is 75%! 】

【Ding! Song Jianshu is dying, and the protagonist's halo recovery is 80%! 】

【Ding! The spirit of Song Jianshu is annihilated, and the protagonist's halo recovery progress is 95%! 】

Lu Mo opened his eyes wide, what happened?

But what will happen if the protagonist's halo is collected?

At this moment, he could no longer conceal his feelings. Through the glass, he stared into Ling's eyes blankly.

Ling looked at him, the smile on his face faded a little bit.

The cheers that turned against the sky seemed to have gone away from them at this moment, as if separated by a layer of water, gradually blurred, and finally fell into silence.

【Ding! Song Jianshu is completely dead, and the protagonist's halo recovery progress is 100%! 】

【Ding! The plot ends, and the world is about to close. 】

The author has something to say: After finishing writing, I always feel that I don't want to let Song Jianshu become so complete.

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