The Apocalyptic Boss Raises Buns In the Interstellar

  Chapter 532 You are investigating me

  Faced with these barrage of buying, Si Lingling groaned for a moment, then turned around and came to the children.

  Just about to tell her plans for those paintings, another newsletter came in at the right time.

  Take a deep breath, leave an apologetic smile, turn around and leave the camera to switch on: "What's the matter?"

  Jun Moyao's deep and deep voice came: "Ling'er, can you not sell those paintings casually?"

  Si Lingling's attitude is very general: "I said, are you more lenient?"

  "My things, what should I do with you?"

  Jun Moyao didn't care about her attitude at all: "I admit that I am not qualified to control how you deal with those paintings."

   "But, do you know what kind of function those paintings have?"

  Si Lingling: "...what kind of function?"

   "Could it be possible to make people soar into immortals?"

   How can you unknowingly unlock any new features without knowing it?

   Before she came up with a Mingtang, Jun Moyao’s unique voice came: "It can relieve the pain of gene collapse."

  "Especially the warrior after the mental gene collapse, you can relieve the pain of collapse through your painting, and it is even possible to save a person because of this."

  Si Lingling's eyes narrowed slightly: "Then what?"

  Jun Moyao: "Can you confirm who you are painting is purchased through the live broadcast room? What if the opponent is the enemy?"

"so……"

   "So, please give them to me and I will sell them for you."

  Jun Moyao was not hypocritical, and said the true purpose of his communication, "Only in this way, will we not help our enemies."

   "Isn't the enemy who won't support you."

  Si Lingling said unceremoniously, "Stop playing the banner that is good for me and deceive me."

  "How can you guarantee that my enemy is not your enemy?"

  In the face of Si Lingling's ruthless to unsparing words, Jun Moyao was a little helpless.

  But he still answered very patiently: "Don’t forget, all the stars know that you gave me twin babies."

   Indeed, Jun Moyao wanted to earn the support of some big figures for himself through the paintings in Si Lingling's hands.

  After all, for thousands of years in the interstellar, which family has not had a few warriors who died because of genetic collapse?

  If you can get these paintings in the hands of Si Lingling, the veterans in the major families who are trapped here will ease their pain and even have hope of recovery.

  Then no matter how these people don’t know how to be grateful, they have to choose to support them in order to get relief and repair in time when they encounter this kind of thing in the future.

   Jun Mo Yao did not hide Si Lingling from this plan.

  The latter can also understand his intentions.

After a short silence, Si Lingling said: "Don't worry, I first ask my brother if there is any need."

   "If he needs it, you can wait for the next time here."

   "Nibei-Zhengao?"

  Listening to her talking about her younger brother, Jun Moyao’s eyes flashed with hope, “I know him, the Prisoner of the Abyss, I’m right.”

   "Are you investigating me?"

  Si Lingling stared sharply at the man on the light screen, "Do you think I'm good at talking lately?"

   "Ling'er, don't get me wrong."

  Jun Moyao was helpless to her keen reaction, "I just want to ensure the safety of your mother and child. There is no other meaning, let alone hurting your brother."

"Humph!"

  Si Lingling looked at him coldly, "You had better not do anything excessive, otherwise..."

  She is not a threat, but serious.

  Jun Moyao could hear the seriousness in her words, and quickly agreed: "Ling'er, don't worry, why would I do something to hurt you and your relatives?"

  (End of this chapter)