"Need not."

Mi Xue didn't say anything, sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Zou Zichuan's hand and began to remove the gauze that Zou Zichuan bandaged himself.

Zou Zichuan hesitated for a moment and did not refuse. As the gauze was torn open layer by layer, Zou Zichuan felt a piercing pain, and then a cool feeling...

Seeing Mi Xue focusing on cleaning the wounds with the skin on the back of her hands, Zou Zichuan couldn't help but feel a little lost. He has to say that Mi Xue is very beautiful and very beautiful. Her black hair is like a black waterfall, with a thin waist and snowy skin, and her slender figure is amazingly bulging and undulating on her chest. Because the spacing is too tight, Zou Zichuan vaguely smells a faint body fragrance, which is very light, but it smells very nice. It is not the smell of perfume, but the unique body fragrance.

Michelle's skin is like her name, her skin is better than snow and snow, as bright as cream, you are busy

Looking at the focused gaze and the eyebrows that raised slightly, Zou Zichuan actually felt a swaying feeling. This feeling has not appeared for a long time. The long-term battle on the battlefield has made him lose interest in women. What he prefers is the vast universe with beacons everywhere and warships like clouds...

"Your eyebrows look great."

"……Thanks!"

Michelle suddenly had a fever on her face, and her heart was inexplicably red from her neck to her ears, and her heart beat rapidly. She didn't understand why she felt this way. In fact, Michellele has become accustomed to being praised since she was a child. She never had her heartbeat because of someone's praise, but now she actually has that feeling.

Why did he feel this feeling? Subconsciously, Mi Xue looked up at Zou Zichuan sitting cross-legged on the bed. The fat man was still the fat man. The only difference was that Zou Zichuan seemed to have changed a lot now. There was a sense of slaughtering aura between his eyebrows, and the eyes that were almost invisible seemed extremely deep.

"What do you see?"

"Ah...no..." Mi Xue felt like she was seen through her internal organs by Zou Zichuan. She was suddenly a little panicked and quickly avoided Zou Zichuan's gaze.

"Um."

...

There was a silence in the room, and only Mi Xue could hear the rustling sound of cleaning up her wounds.

"Why stay?" Zou Zichuan asked suddenly.

"I...I said that I still have work that has not been completed. If I get a divorce book, it will be inconvenient to live here..."

"This is not a reason." Zou Zichuan said lightly.

“…”

"Are you okay?" Zou Zichuan asked after a look at the bandaged back of his hands.

"Ah...Okay..." Mi Xue's face turned red with a hint of rouge, she lowered her head and stood up to sort out some medical tools, and then slowly walked out of the room.

"Zichuan, I'm sorry." Mi Xue, who walked to the door, suddenly turned around and whispered.

Zou Zichuan nodded without answering, and waved his hand gently. He felt that Michelle's "I'm sorry" must contain many meanings, but he was not interested in knowing it at all.

What Zou Zichuan needs to do most now is to improve his mental strength and physical strength. He now has no thousands of troops for his command, and no vast warships gallop on the battlefield for him. No matter what he does, he now has to rely on himself.

He could not forgive him for taking nearly forty minutes to hunt a Level 4 adventure mech while he had the advantage.

Soon, Zou Zichuan, who was sitting still, held his thoughts tightly, abandoned all his random thoughts, and entered an ethereal state where he could not have thoughts.

The mental power began to condense in the brain, and Zou Zichuan felt that the mental power seemed to break out of the body. This was when he was about to break through the second-level mental power.

Feeling the condensed invisible mental power, Zou Zichuan's initial darkness was swept away. Although the second-level mental power was an insignificant state, it seemed extremely precious to Zou Zichuan now. You should know from Xianger and Mi Xue that it took more than ten years for the master of this body to cultivate the first-level mental power. There was a vague sign of breaking through the second level in such a short time, which shows that this body is not as good as the garbage I imagined.

Suddenly, Zou Zichuan thought of a question: He has not practiced much during this period, so why is he infinitely close to the second-level mental power so quickly?

Obviously, the original owner of the body is not not working hard to practice. Why is it difficult for him to make progress in the past decade?

Is there any secret to this body?

...

Just as Zou Zichuan was sorting out the details of her life in the hope of finding out the clues, Mi Xue was sitting on the dining table in a daze. Zou Zichuan's cake had been eaten, and one of her cakes was still on the table, and the cream scented with a sweet fragrance...

Michelle gently pulled the cake, picked up the fork, and handed the cake into her mouth bit by bit.

She had no appetite, and she didn't even feel what the cake tasted, but she knew that she needed food and her body was too weak.

Slowly, slowly, Mi Xue was already in tears. This was her third birthday at Zou Zichuan's house. In a blink of an eye, more than two years have passed. Although time has not left traces of time on her beautiful face, it has made her more mature.

Since she knew the doll's kinship, Michelle had worked hard to fight, but as she grew older, she found that any struggle would bring irreparable shame to the family, and even a catastrophe. All nobles firmly maintained the ancient customs. No matter how mechanical civilization developed, it was impossible to eradicate the customs and habits of doll's kinship.

Any brilliant family may decline, and childbirth is the most effective way to tie one's family to another family, and it is also the best shortcut for the family to rise. Therefore, this is the interests of every noble family. Trying to break the tradition is to infringe on the interests of all noble families.

Faced with the arrangement of fate, Michelle surrendered...

In Mi Xue's eyes, Zou Zichuan is a descendant of a destitute aristocrat. He likes to be lazy and lazy. However, he has the dignity of a descendant of aristocrats. He always maintains the good habits of many nobles, treats people politely, is humble and particular.

Of course, what Zou Zichuan respected most was that Zou Zichuan never thought that Mi Xue's family had always been supportive and was looking for various ways to make the family glorious again, and studying and joining the army had a clear purpose.

However, no matter how many advantages Zou Zichuan has, Mi Xue is full of disgust for him. Seeing the fat face that cannot see his eyes, Mi Xue's mood cannot be improved. It seems that disgust for Zou Zichuan has become a kind of instinct for Mi Xue...

For some reason, Mi Xue thought of Zou Zichuan's eyes.

Zou Zichuan's eyes seemed to have changed, become sharp, and become deep. Even the two gaps were filled with endless killing aura. When he beat Geely, he was even more full of unyielding domineering. His undoubtful aura made Michelle think of her father many times.

"Your eyebrows look great."

Mi Xue's thinking was wild, and suddenly she thought of what Zou Zichuan said. She couldn't help but touched her eyebrows.

Is it really good?

Mi Xue's face turned red, and her taste recovered unknowingly. She felt the sweet fragrance of the cake and the smoothness of the cream...

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