Chen Yuqiong responded with a shout in the direction of Lu Lin: "Lu Lin, why are you coming over! The aliens want to catch you, run quickly."
Bang.
With a clang, the alloy warsword in Wang Ming's hand fell to the ground, and he slapped Chen Yuqiong's big head with the back of his hand.
"Are you freaking dumb, why didn't you use your personal terminal to contact him?"
"Now look, you've exposed Lu Lin's name."
Chen Yuqiong: ...
He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I... I just didn't think of it."
At this moment, it was too late for him to make amends.
The alien races looked in the direction of Chen Yuqiong's shout, and sure enough, they saw a young man rushing this way.
Lu Lin?
Lu Lin!
Time froze for 0.01 seconds at this moment, and all the alien races simultaneously turned around, ignoring the Jinchao Pioneering Team members in Mingli Academy, and charged toward Lu Lin like wild dogs off their leash.
"He's mine, Lu Lin is mine."