Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Li Zhou looked coldly. He only saw that one of the mecha was hit by the energy of the mecha. Although it looked like hitting porcelain, it was really a mecha that fell down. The rest of the mecha was not enough to be afraid.

He didn't even find jirao.

Ji Lan was worn out after the move, energy consumption, artillery exhausted, but finally Ji LAN or forced to stand up.

Ji Rao is over there. He's here to take Ji Rao home. He can't fall. He has to protect Ji Rao.

Li Zhou saw that the man was beaten like this and didn't give up. He was surprised to pick his eyebrows. He waved, "since he wants to die so much, just give him a good time."

Waste eight has never been soft on intruders. If they enter other planets without prior notice, then the entered planets have the right to kill the outsiders. Even if this matter is spread to once star, that is also abolish eight occupy Li Er, so Li state is to have no fear at all.

The particle gun aims at Ji Lan's heart.

The heart is the source of all the systems of mecha. Of course, for drivers with too much empathy, the heart of mecha is just like their own heart.

Ji Rao stared at the front, looking at the mecha who had to stand up, his eyes suddenly blurred.

Ji LAN.

There is only one Ji LAN who is really good to him in this world.

Ji Lan's breath is turbid, and the scene in front of him is almost blurry. His legs are aching and he doesn't feel any more. Strictly speaking, when empathy reaches 35%, there is a certain degree of danger. He drove to 80% in one breath, and he could still hold on to the belief of protecting Ji Rao.

Of course, he also saw the particle gun aiming at himself. Ji LAN turned to look in the direction of Ji Rao with her last strength. In fact, his current state, let alone Ji Rao kilometers away, even if Ji Rao approached him, he would not be able to see clearly. But he is stubborn, his head tilted to Ji Rao's direction.

The particle gun has been storing energy, Ji Rao closed his eyes, two lines of tears fell from his eyes. He knelt down beside Beyes, tears sliding down his delicate jaw and dripping on his unconscious hand.

Their faces are dirty now, just like the innocent people who have no home after the war.

Boyce felt something, his feathered eyelashes trembling, as if he were trying to open his eyes. At last his eyes opened a crack.

Boyce's voice was so dry that he wanted to speak, but his body was aching and weak. When he saw Ji Rao, he wanted to raise his hand to touch him, but he could not lift it at all. All he had to do was blink.

When he saw Ji Rao crying, the scar on his heart seemed to be torn open by Sheng Sheng again. It was so painful that his breath was bitter.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

He wanted to comfort Ji Rao, to hold him in his arms, and to stretch out his hand to wipe the tears on his face, but all his efforts were in vain. He didn't have the strength to move. Now he opened his eyes and was safe.

Jilao's lips moved, and Boyce saw it.

His first reaction was "I'm sorry.".

Excuse me?

Why say I'm sorry?

Bayes was flustered. He wanted to get up, but his body was no longer his own.