I am a Parasitic Flower

Let's vote, revenge or retain vitality?

After an unknown amount of time, the commander-in-chief of the Fogman Fleet broke the silence, We must have a direction, and it's not an option to continue like this.

The fog people below nodded.

Voting has started, because it is a secret ballot, so everyone has no grievances, you can choose as you want, and you can do it from your heart.

All the tickets were put into a small box by the adjutant and shaken habitually, and then they were drawn out at random, opened one by one, and counted.

revenge……

revenge……

recuperate...

revenge……

The statistical results came out quickly, and those who voted for 'revenge' won by an overwhelming majority.

Then it's decided, revenge! The commander-in-chief's eyes were piercing.

Of course, eggs cannot be put in the same basket, not to mention that the Fogman civilization is already on the verge of collapse, so the commander-in-chief decided to dispatch 80% of his troops to take revenge, leaving 20% ​​of his troops to search for the fleeing Fogmen in the universe.

After making up their minds, the commander-in-chief ordered to return, and they planned to return to the Fogman galaxy first, find out what was going on through the light-tracking technology, and then execute the plan on the target.

In particular, it is necessary to find the departure direction of the Cangmu civilization mentioned in the communication letters. Although the letter did not say that the destruction of the fog star information has something to do with this Cangmu civilization, but anyway, as witnesses present, they also There is no escape.

The Fogman fleet retreated, and bursts of cheers erupted from the Chaser Civilization Fleet.

Hahaha, we are the strongest!

The Fog Man can't take us down, so no one in this star cluster can take us down!

Watch me do a victory dance!

...

The high-level executives of the Chaser civilization decided to hold a vigorous celebration banquet at night, and ordered everyone to take out the things they have treasured for a long time and share them together.

Predictably, a very shabby celebration banquet is in the works.

Zhou Yijun also noticed the retreat of the Fogman Fleet. In order to avoid being targeted by the pursuer Civilization, he also immediately ordered to retreat and stand by at a place far enough away.

How about it, can I get in touch? Zhou Yijun frowned, feeling a little anxious.

For some reason, Zhiling, the telephone, the chat window, the walkie-talkie, and the second generation suddenly lost consciousness, and the clone of the pursuer's civilized life body on the pursuer's home planet also fell down.

Fortunately, the intelligence personnel were all trained by Zhou Qing, and they have strong adaptability, otherwise they might be discovered and dealt with in one go.

Report, still no, but it should be soon. The correspondent responded.

I hope everything is fine. Zhou Yijun couldn't let go of the worries in his heart. After all, the mothership is there, and if something happens, the entire human civilization may be destroyed.

Half a month later, they finally received the ultra-remote email from Xie Sang. The email briefly explained the destruction of the Fogman galaxy and the heavy damage to the mothership.

Seeing these words, a group of high-level executives skipped a few beats. After seeing the number of casualties, they were all in a bad mood. When they finally saw the main damaged area, which is the so-called hardest hit area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. .

Generally, those who can sit in this position will not live in corners.

Finally, Xie Sang gave them an order: return!

What about the intelligence personnel? Someone asked.

Send a message to the intelligence personnel to see if they can stabilize. If they can, they will stay there. If not, we will find a way to pick them up. Zhou Yijun responded.

Some officers frowned. This order sounds very human at first glance, but war is not a time to talk about human feelings. They may be entangled by the pursuit of civilization!

I know what you guys are thinking. Zhou Yijun looked at these dissatisfied guys, This is called routine.

In other words, just asking...

Then, another wave of officers frowned, and this time, Zhou Yijun ignored them.

Several months later, Zhou Yijun's fleet began to turn around and return.

Go to the base and rendezvous with the mothership.

Decades later, the Fogman galaxy.

The fogman fleet that went out finally returned, but there is no longer a dock to receive them, and there is only a dead star field full of colorful spiritual turbulence.

Over the past few decades, the transcendent core is still expanding, eventually engulfing the entire star system. After this step, the energy in the core of the Transcendence level is almost diluted, and it has retreated to the single-color level. The colorful colors also appeared at this time.

Did the plan fail?

The commander-in-chief of the fleet probably guessed what was going on, but in this way, the murderer would be gone, because it was them playing with fire and setting themselves on fire.

Commander, what should we do? The adjutant looked bewildered.

Secret investigation, it's best if we can find the murderer, if not... The commander-in-chief took a deep breath, The current Fogmen fighters need a goal to achieve unity!

Understood Commander. The adjutant nodded.

On the other hand, Zhou Yijun's fleet also returned to the base camp to contact the mother ship. After decades, the eight generals gathered again. Because they were all mutants, everyone still looked the same, but everyone's face On the surface, there are a lot more sophisticated and profound.

We're all a group of immortals now. Ke Yang smiled. Recently, he has broken through to the silver level. In addition, he is often exposed to red light and has a life span of thousands of years. He can be called a real thousand-year-old monster.

The rest are pretty much the same.

I didn't expect so many things to happen. Zhou Yijun sighed.

Yes. Yuan Qiji nodded.

Then, the voice of Assistant No. 1 resounded in the conference hall, and the meeting officially began.

In the captain's room, Xie Nao watered the flowers with a shower.

Why can't it work... Xie Nao habitually tapped Xie Yan's main stalk with her foot, then turned her head to look at the machine room, Your solution is not wrong, right? And it won't rot if you pour so much every day Rooted?

Xie Sang, who was in a meeting, allocated some computing units to this side, and responded: This is a drug used by humans to treat mental illness. According to clinical trials, the effect is there, and it is several percentage points higher than the placebo, but ...

It's not for plants, so it's likely to be less effective than some placebos.

Xie Nao curled her lips, Then why don't you just use a placebo?

Xie Sang felt helpless, Placebos can only be effective under the premise of deception. Zuzhu is in a coma and has no consciousness, so there is no way. Now I can only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Don't worry, as long as the body is there, the soul will recover slowly. The evil spirit interjected.

Yes, it will recover! Hua Xiong, who was wearing a translator, yelled from the side. Without the transit translation station of thank you, they couldn't communicate with each other.

Um!

At this moment, Xie Sang received several signals, and he said anxiously: Damn it, the Fogman Fleet is coming!

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