Transmigrated into Warhammer 40K, But I Didn't Cry Out Loud
Chapter 1159

Guilliman's Wedding 7

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While sipping tea, Lion spoke up.

"Cough, cough... um... well..."

Lin Fan set down his cup and listened intently to what Lion was about to say.

But the moment Lin Fan put down his cup, Lion stopped talking. She picked up her cup and took a sip as though nothing had happened.

When Lin Fan picked up his cup again, Lion grew bashful once more, looking like she wanted to say something.

After this went back and forth three or four times, with barely any of the iced tea drunk, Lin Fan finally could not hold back and asked, "Lion, if there's something you want to say, just say it."

Lion brushed back her hair and turned her head away, ignoring Lin Fan.

In the end, Rogal Dorn, the ultimate straight-laced steel man, took on the task of explaining. While rejecting the architectural blueprints Perturabo had sent over, he called from afar, "I think Lion wants to ask about the new world."

"Lion, do you want to ask about the new world?"

Lion nodded almost imperceptibly, a faint "mm" trembling from her nose. If Lin Fan's hearing had not been so good, he truly would not have caught it.

Damn it! How had Lion El'Jonson become so fussy after being feminized? She was even harder to talk to than that tsundere Perturabo.

"Cough, cough... I can only say that the worlds currently arranged aren't suitable for you to handle. There are plenty of dangerous things there, but not enough to warrant using a butcher's knife like you."

"What about the next world?"

"The next world? You mean Berserk?"

"That's right."

Lin Fan smiled and patted Lion's arm. "In the next world, do whatever you want. As long as something doesn't look like a good thing, kill it all. Generally speaking,

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