Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

Professor Langdon, as an excellent gardener of the alliance, explained various schools and methods of grooming to Caesar in detail and in detail, which can be called earnest.

Caesar listened to every word, and was amazed by the wide variety of counseling techniques—for hundreds of years, spiritual counseling has spawned a variety of auxiliary schools, among which the hypnotic school and the massage school are more normal. There are food therapy school and singing and dancing school that are a little bit off.

The professor was excited, and Caesar was dumbfounded when he heard it, and couldn't help but sigh that every science has its own uniqueness.When he was just a sentinel before, he received more or less spiritual counseling. At that time, the biggest feeling was that his tense nerves were relieved and his manic emotions were calmed down. However, he was actually not so clear about how the guide operated.

"Of course there are other factions, such as the body-combination faction. The founder of this faction feels that it is most efficient to conduct counseling when the two parties are in perfect harmony. After all, when in close contact, the guide's mental strength can be calmed down by the sentries. Continuous recovery will make channeling more effective." Langdon said, "However, if you are not proficient at the beginning, it is best to try the massage style first. Although the body combination style is efficient, it is also difficult to master. I am afraid of you guys. It’s too cool to do it for a while, and I can’t grasp the appropriateness when grooming.”

Caesar couldn't help but choked, feeling that he had fully grasped the gist, he quickly interrupted the other party and said, "Understood, I must be careful not to be so rude."

"Okay, you can practice with Oswald more." Langdon stopped talking, and then hung up the communication after a few more serious instructions.

There was no loud explanation in the room, and it became quiet for an instant.

Caesar looked sideways, and found that Oswald, who hadn't spoken the whole time, still had that dead face expression, but he didn't know if he was careless, and he always felt a hint of ridicule hidden in the other's eyes.

"Head...does it still hurt?" He couldn't help coughing a bit, thinking of his rough tactics just now, his momentum weakened a bit.

"It's okay." Oswald said calmly, but the fingers that kept pressing on his temples told Caesar that he was actually not very comfortable.

When Caesar saw him like this, he immediately felt uncomfortable leaving. After all, he was responsible for the troubles he caused, and the sentinel who was relieved by others was an energetic sentinel.

This is not good, it will damage his tall and capable image.

So he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his claws to Oswald: "Come on, let me try again."

Oswald glanced at him and saw that he was gearing up, but he didn't say anything, and let go of his hand very cooperatively.

Caesar did what he said, recalling what Professor Langdon said just now, pressed his fingers on Oswald's forehead, and stretched out his thinking tentacles while controlling the intensity of the massage.

After successfully entering the other party's spiritual world, this time he didn't dare to get started, so he frantically squeezed it. After observing it first, he found that Oswald's spiritual world was indeed capable of spontaneously arranging information and emotions as Professor Langdon said. Pick out those complicated and useless branches, and try to dissolve them patiently with your own mental power.

This process is indeed a bit slower, but there will be no sequelae. Caesar was unfamiliar at first, but after finding the trick, he managed to do it decently.

When most of the redundant impurities were cleared away, the sky returned to its completely blue appearance. Caesar was somewhat tired from the long-term grooming, and the sea breeze that had been quietly surrounding him seemed to feel the exhaustion of his strength. During the break, he was rolled out without any explanation.

Caesar, who still wanted to finish the counseling in one breath, opened his eyes in reality, and caught Oswald's eyes by surprise.

"Pay attention to the consumption of mental power." The other party said seriously, his eyes fell on his lips, and the meaning was obvious, "Do you want it?"

Caesar choked suddenly.

This attitude of meticulously paying attention to his depletion of mental power, and even being ready to replenish his energy at all times made Caesar speechless for a moment.

Oswald spoke too seriously, and there was no charm in his voice, and Caesar couldn't tell whether he was genuine or not.If he hadn't been sure that the person in front of him was Oswald, he would have thought it was some prudence.

He thought for a while, and felt more and more that the personality of the person in front of him was very different from his impression.

Seeing him frowning and not speaking, Oswald thought that he had consumed too much mental power, so he simply leaned over and started the "recharging operation" consciously.

"..." Caesar was distracted for a moment and didn't dodge it, and was completely filled.

He was about to turn his head away when the door of the room opened suddenly and Andre rushed in.

"Boss! The results of the underground gambling house preliminaries are over, you—" Andre's excited words were interrupted by the scene in front of him.

Caesar slammed Oswald away.

The two captains in the room looked at Andre together, one was as calm as ever, and the other was trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Oswald: "What bet?"

Caesar: "..."

Caesar suddenly remembered the money he threw into the game.

"What's the result?" It would be a lie to say that there is no heartache.

Andre was sweating coldly, thinking that now might not be a good time to talk about gambling.

Caesar asked again: "What's the result?"

Andre had no choice but to say: "...All bets that can enter the top ten will win, but boss, you died before entering the third stage, and you are only ranked 15th..."

Caesar's heart ached immediately, and the pain of losing his underwear made him instantly lose interest in continuing to study spiritual counseling.

"Let's do this for today." He waved at Oswald dejectedly, and walked away with Andre in his arms, deciding to take his men to the training center to hone their fighting skills.

As a result, Oswald somehow knew that he spent a lot of money and put the chips on himself. When he loosened his hands and feet and left at night, he saw this person appearing at the door of the training center. When he saw him coming out, he clicked on his personal terminal.

Caesar looked at the light curtain in front of him inexplicably, waiting for Oswald's next words.

"The underground gambling house on Xingyun Online has been banned." Oswald looked serious, "The gambling money will be returned, please enter your property account number."

Caesar: "..."

He looked shocked, looked at the property recovery registration on the light curtain and then at Oswald to make sure he was not joking.

When Andre, who had practiced with him for a long time and was about to lose half of his life, heard lasagna tears in his heart—isn't he training for nothing?If he had known that Captain Hill could solve it so neatly, he would have gone up and hugged his thigh.

Andre sighed and went home to find comfort from his partner, and Caesar entered his information on the recovery application with enthusiasm. After waiting for less than half a minute, the missing money in the account returned.

"Thank you, the guards are indeed the savior of the people." He looked at Oswald sincerely, and couldn't help expressing his gratitude, "I owe you this time, if you need help next time, just say it."

Mr. Captain, who was promoted to be the savior, took a deep look at him, and there seemed to be a rare smile in his calm eyes.

"No need for next time." He whispered, "Didn't you finish the grooming in the morning? Can we continue now?"

Caesar was surprised, and suddenly felt that his breathing was a little messed up for no reason.

The night of Amber B was breezy, and the stars were like eyes all over the sky, watching them tenderly. Nishizawa's heart was pounding in it, and an unspeakable feeling came to his heart.

His hot chest began to resonate again. It was obviously only a half-shaken bond, and he had not even realized the spiritual binding, but his various memories and stereotypes of the person in front of him blurred at this moment, which made him feel There seems to be an illusion that something is changing.

"Okay." He had no excuse to refuse, so he could only grunt pretending to complain, "I just came out of training, I smell like sweat, it's no wonder you don't dislike it, Captain."

He wiped his hands carefully, pressed them on Oswald's forehead somewhat awkwardly, took a deep breath, felt the harmony between the two, and blended into the other's spiritual world without hindrance.

During the day, Caesar figured out the tricks, and Oswald's spiritual world was actually very peaceful and clean. He was very handy in channeling, and everything was done at his fingertips, and it was done in a short while.

The griffin popped out at some point, circled around him, and tightly closed its wings to him. Caesar sneezed a few times because of the feathers, and patted the big black guy on the back.

"Okay, let go, I know you're happy, but don't squeeze it so tight, cough! My chest muscles are going to be squeezed by you."

Caesar finally got out, thinking about whether to summon the white tiger out to accompany the griffin, when he raised his head to breathe, he happened to see the deep hole in Tianxin.

He glanced at it casually, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something gray floating near the entrance of the cave, which looked like organized spiritual information, so he decisively summoned the white tiger with a wave of his hand. The big cutie rolled over like nature.

As for him, he had newly mastered this skill today, and it was the easiest time to devote himself to it, so he simply floated to the side of the hole, intending to roll up his sleeves and work harder.

Floating to a closer look, those gray things were neatly stacked into a large piece, which had obviously been sorted out, and Caesar didn't think much about it, and put his mental power on the floor, intending to perceive whether this thing was redundant or not. The rest of the spiritual information, if it is, it will be eliminated.

However, as soon as the spiritual power touched it, Caesar felt a strange layer of something floating on it, shaking his spiritual power away with an irresistible force.

He froze for a moment, and saw very clearly that what appeared on the surface was actually a string of locks with no real shape.

The lock was clearly worn, but held the gray thing in place well.

Caesar felt quite strange, thinking that Professor Langdon didn't explain all the knowledge points, why didn't he tell him how to operate the spiritual information with a lock?

He floated around the gray block, not sure whether the lock should be opened, nor how to open it. He only saw a little bit of debris falling off the corner of the block, so he touched it casually.

The moment he touched that thing, a gloomy and cold feeling swept over his body, Caesar shuddered, and felt some visual fragments rushing in front of his eyes.

The scene in his line of sight changed from blurred to clear. He felt that his line of sight was a little low. He raised his head and looked around in a daze. He recognized the hatch of a ship in front of him.

The name of the ship was engraved on the hatch, and the name flashed quickly.

Caesar originally watched it casually, but when he caught the afterimage, his eyes widened suddenly, and he wanted to go back and confirm again in disbelief.

It's a pity that this visual information is fixed, and he can only watch in vain as the hatch gradually recedes to the back.

Just as he was in a daze, two people walked towards him, and the auditory information was added at this moment.

Caesar couldn't see the appearance of those two people, but heard a familiar female voice——

"Ian, we're about to set sail in 10 minutes..."

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Caesar felt the tentacles of his thoughts being pulled away quickly. He opened his eyes profusely with sweat, and found that Oswald was looking down at him. There was a trace of mechanical coldness hidden in his eyes. After seeing him awake, he suddenly No, when I looked closely, there was only a slight light of worry surging in the calm.

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Oh~ Oswald is really worried~