Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

Caesar realized that he was in a dream, because he was standing on an endless sea.

At the beginning, the sea was as calm as an ice-blue mirror, motionless, and then seemed to have a pulse suddenly, and began to heave and rise, and then surged up with huge waves, slapping him fiercely.

Caesar dodged in embarrassment, smothered by the seawater that fell on his head and face. Seeing that a big wave was about to hit, a huge group of black shadows swooped in and violently parted the wave layer, accompanied by a long cry. Ming fell in front of him.

It was a griffon with a whole body black, except for a pair of red-gold eyes, which faintly shone fiercely. At first glance, it was instinctively frightening, but when you looked deeper, you found that its eyes were unexpectedly soft.It stretched its wings, like two dense protective covers, blocking most of the waves for Caesar.

This is not Caesar's spiritual body, but the features of this big black guy are too conspicuous. There is only one in the entire league. What is so surviving is that it belongs to a certain dead face named Oswald.

Caesar looked at the griffin with a strange expression, and listened to it humming tirelessly. After a while, he realized that the other party wanted him to climb on its back.

A man and a beast stared at each other in the waves, one was inexplicable, and the other was reluctant. Finally, the griffin uttered a short cry, probably impatient, lowered its head, flapped its wings, and directly lifted Caesar to his generous back. superior.

Caesar was caught off guard and was rolled over by the swing, so he had to reach out and grab the griffin's hair. The not-so-soft but excellent touch made him dazed for a while. This broken bird was actually easier to touch than he imagined. Many, he used to see it from a distance, and thought that the hair of the griffin was hard, just like its owner who was also hard.

The griffin seemed to know what he was thinking, hummed a few times, and then carried him into the air quickly, throwing off the waves, and soaring between the sky and the earth.

Caesar was amazed by this realistic dream. He couldn't figure it out. He couldn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep, and he couldn't figure out where the dream came from. He looked up and found that this ghostly place stretches as far as the eye can see. Below is The endless sea, above is the same endless sky, there is only a gap hanging in the heart of the sky, which is coldly pouring down the dim light.

He opened his mouth to ask, but suddenly felt something fluffy fall on his buttocks, subconsciously looked back, just in time to see the long tail of the griffin flickering past, and the end of the tail followed his ass unceremoniously Sweeping up, it swept across his back affectionately, touched the back of his neck, and finally landed lightly on the base of his ear.

Caesar was shaken all over, like an electric shock, a numbness that had never been felt before spread from the place where the Griffin swept, and spread into all limbs, causing him to bounce.

Then he opened his eyes in shock.

After being in a trance for a while, he first smelled an indescribable smell, and then caught a glimpse of a long black tail flicking in the corner, just like the lingering tail of a griffin in his dream...

No!This is the fucking tail, the same hair!

Caesar suddenly stood up, but within half a second he lay back down with a drastic change in expression.

The movement of getting up touched his tight back, the hidden position of his buttocks was aching, and the strange tingling sensation in his dream came up again—it was like something he had never experienced before, but it was described by many literary and artistic works A wonderful aftertaste of pleasure.

Caesar petrified for a few seconds, and then lifted the thin blanket covering his body expressionlessly... If there is anything that can make him feel more glaring than the zero eggs of the matching result, it is probably the bruised and purple staggered teeth on his body at this time. There are traces of India and suspicious liquid permutations.

It looks quite exciting, like opening a big dyeing workshop on the body, like some kind of film that exceeds the scale.

This was not enough. After a few seconds, Caesar's chest rose and fell violently, and he found another equally wonderful body hidden under the thin quilt. His temples throbbed, he turned his head mechanically, and closed his eyes resignedly after touching someone's face next to him. Eyes—no, it's too dazzling.

He and that serious ghost of Oswald were lying naked in the same bed, covered by a flimsy little quilt that couldn't cover anything!

The real reaction of the body will not lie to him, last night must have been an intense night.

Caesar sat up enduring the discomfort all over his body, touching his confused head, thinking about how all this happened.

After he left the monument tower last night, he ran into Oswald, who was in a strange state, and almost got into a fight, and then... nothing more.

By the way, there was also that strange voice that sounded in his head. After that voice sounded, he suddenly felt something was wrong. What the hell was that?

Caesar frowned as he got out of bed, not paying attention to the messy clothes at his feet, and kicked the translucent terminal bracelet.The light curtain was projected with a beep, Caesar was stunned for half a second, and a terrible expression appeared on his face——

"Congratulations! The matching rate is 95%! Congratulations...!"

The Golden Rooster man, who devoted himself to searching for matches every day, yelled a few sentences, and then Nishizawa quickly pressed the mute button. However, as expected of a Golden Rooster man, his explosive voice destroyed the whole world with just these two thin sentences. The quiet atmosphere of the room.

Caesar looked at the man still lying on the bed as if he was facing an enemy, and he saw Oswald frown, his breath deepened, and his eyelashes trembled as if he was about to wake up.

--No!don't wake up!

Caesar yelled subconsciously in his head, he didn't want to have a morning eye contact with the other party in such an embarrassing situation.

God probably heard his urgent thoughts, Oswald's frown miraculously calmed down, his breathing resumed long, and he continued to sleep quietly.

Caesar waited for a few seconds without moving, making sure that the other party really didn't mean to wake up, and then let out a long sigh of relief.He glanced speechlessly at the hard-working Golden Rooster in the light curtain, and then he seemed to see something incredible, and his eyes widened and he approached the light curtain.

The Golden Rooster had apparently finished the broadcast, and stood aside with their chests out and their stomachs in their chests. The eye-catching zero egg seen in the matching column all the year round was gone, replaced by a very festive result: a successful match!Matching result 1, matching degree 95%!

Caesar's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes followed the information that jumped out——

Matching result:

Captain Oswald Hill, Alliance citizen number ACN108999909901, quasi-A-level sentinel, captain of the First Guards of the Alliance Guards Corps...

Caesar's breath was stagnant, and the excitement that came out one second before it had time to reach his eyes was replaced by a sense of absurdity in the next second. What kind of shit is this?

Matched for ten years, the only time it came out, matched him with a Sentinel, or was it the guy who fucked him last night?What about the sentinel with the guide?He is a sentinel!

Caesar did not give up and ordered the re-matching on the light curtain, but the Golden Rooster gave the same information as before after dancing for a while.

He glanced at the result bitterly, and turned off the light curtain in a fit of anger.

An absurd night that I can't remember, an unspeakable ambiguous trace, and a mischievous matching result from the core of the nebula, this morning is really exciting.

Caesar smiled angrily, rummaged through the messy pile of clothes to find his crumpled clothes and put them on, and glanced into the corner—meeting a pair of golden eyes.

The griffin that appeared in the dream, Oswald's spiritual body was crouching in the corner, looking up at him gently, the wings that could cover the sky and the sun when unfolded in the dream were folded by the side, half of the wing cover It landed on an equally huge white tiger.

Caesar narrowed his eyes, and felt that this morning's scene after scene hurt his eyes. His mental body, the usually vigorous and brave white tiger, snuggled up to the side of the griffin obediently, letting the griffin's black tail move. Sweep it on its buttocks with a flick.

congratulations.

...that's weird.

Caesar recalled his spiritual body without saying a word, and gave the Griffin a warning look. The Griffin tilted his head, looked at Oswald who was motionless on the bed, and when he looked at Caesar again, Finding that the other party had already opened the door, he raised his leg and stepped out without hesitation.

Caesar's legs are very long, and he walks with long strides. Unfortunately, he suffered today, and he took a step habitually.He narrowed his stride awkwardly, and left the scene as if fleeing in the morning light.

Back in the room where he was temporarily staying, he threw all the clothes on his body into the cleaning robot, adjusted a strong washing program, and then went into the bathroom to clean himself. At this time, he was covered in Oswi De's pheromone smell, the automatic bath program used several cans of pheromone repellent to get rid of the smell. He stayed in the bathroom for 30 minutes, and he didn't come out until he felt that the smell was boring.

Just after changing into clean clothes, there was a knock on the door.

"Boss! Everyone has gathered to send and receive the port, haven't you gotten up yet?"

As soon as the words fell, Andre saw the door open in front of him, revealing Caesar's somewhat unhappy face: "Let everyone stand by on the Destroyer, I'll be there soon."

"Oh, let's go." Andre felt that his boss's complexion was not very good, and he turned around instinctively to leave, but he stopped in doubt as soon as he lifted his toes, and his nose moved slightly.

"Hey, why do you have a guide's pheromone smell on you, boss?"

Caesar was puzzled: "What guide's pheromone?"

Andre moved closer to make sure that he did smell it, it was very slight, but it undoubtedly belonged to the guide: "Really, it came from you."

Andre looked at Caesar curiously, and found that his eldest brother seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was still dripping, his collar hadn't been fastened, and there was a faint red mark on the exposed skin.

He looked at it in a daze, and after a while, he said joyfully as if he had discovered a new world: "Boss, where did you find a guide, cutie? Are you sleeping with someone?"

What responded to him was the door slamming shut in front of him.

The author has something to say:

There is no car~ only the spiritual body that teases the ass!

Glossary:

[Spiritual body]: High-dimensional creatures, the embodiment of sentinel and guide spirits, mostly in the form of strange animals