Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

After a few flutters, the lark landed on his hand. The siren looked down and saw the little bird open its mouth and chirp, the voice was melodious, and the soothing spiritual power overflowed from the chirping, calming his fluctuating emotions little by little. .

"I'm fine." The Siren waved his hand to let the lark fly away, and the bird landed obediently on the shoulder of the person opposite, and gave a short cry, "It's pointless to waste mental power on me, you might as well keep it for yourself." How about tomorrow? Are you ready?"

The female voice on the opposite side smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've been touring in various galaxies all year round, and tomorrow's opening ceremony will only have 50 people, so I can handle it."

The shimmer fell on her trembling eyelashes, and it was broken into pieces into her beautiful eyes, making her whole face come alive. It was the actress Miss Graf.

She still hadn't finished speaking, but a somewhat dissatisfied voice interrupted her: "Siren, let Tudov go away like this? The feedback from the protection center shows that the spaceship is full of the batch of experiments in the fighting arena." Subject, let them take hundreds of experimental subjects away like this?"

The Siren raised his eyes to look at the few people in the shadow, his eyes were calm, the person who spoke had been watched by him for a long time, and his aggressive aura suddenly became weaker.

"What are you worried about?" He tilted his head slightly, and said in a brisk tone, "There are only a few hundred experimental subjects. If they are gone, they will be gone. Aren't there more tomorrow? 50, isn't it enough for you to choose?"

The other party was blocked by his words, his face changed a few times, and finally he gave up slightly before giving up.

The Siren looked back, and stood up while yawning: "Okay, I have to sleep."

As he spoke, the strange creature in the shadow shrank suddenly, and the surging black mist surrounded it. When it completely retracted to its original place, the thing that was split in two reunited and turned back into one. A tiger-headed sea eagle, this supposedly bright spiritual body seemed to be soaked in filth in the black mist, and the white feathers on its body turned into a gray one.

The siren called it back to the spiritual world, ignored the different expressions of everyone present, and walked out slowly.He walked through one door after another, and he walked for an unknown amount of time. Finally, the voices of people slowly came from around him. He followed the voices, and naturally merged into the increasingly dense crowd until he walked into the sunlight.

Sui Guangxing's sun is also an artificial sun. He seems a little uncomfortable with this kind of light. He raised his hand to block it in front of his eyes, his eyes were empty, and his expression became confused.

The people around were discussing the opening ceremony tomorrow with great interest. Wave after wave of people walked past him, and someone inadvertently bumped into his shoulder and immediately apologized.

"Sorry!" The other party hurriedly said, and after seeing his face clearly, he let out a sigh, with a smile on his face——

"Leon?"

Leon's expressionless face suddenly froze, and the next second, the confusion dissipated from his face, and when he turned his head to look at the person who came, he changed back to that inconspicuous ordinary officer of the alliance.

"Andre." He greeted the person walking towards him with a dreamy smile.

Andre had just come out of the players' village, so he was a little happy to see people he knew. Although he didn't have much contact with Leon, Leon was a member of the First Guards, and he was from Starhunter's side. They have cooperated in the investigation of the theft of the spiritual capsule before, and they can be regarded as acquainted with each other a lot.

In addition to the relationship between Caesar and Oswald, the two sides are now in open competition, and the inside has long turned hostility into friendship, and is ready to exchange marriage matters at any time.

Andre stepped forward and patted Leon on the shoulder, and was slightly taken aback when he saw his eyes: "Why are your eyes so red?"

Leon subconsciously reached out and pressed his eyes: "It's nothing, maybe he's a little tired." He was indeed tired, obviously feeling that he didn't do much today, but he was lazy and could fall asleep anytime.

Andre expressed deep sympathy for this: "Thank you for your hard work. This time it is your turn to be transferred from the guards to be responsible for the security work of the event. It is probably not enough."

The two chatted for a while, inevitably asking each other's whereabouts of the boss, until a member of the Guards came to look for Leon, and they waved each other friendly goodbye.

*****

Caesar clutched his head and leaned against the inner wall of the cocoon, looking down at Tudov who was limp on the ground.

The operator's loss of consciousness caused the spaceship's mental net to lose its command source, and the mental ends ran around like blind flies, and finally entangled Caesar's body after several trials.

"Connectivity 50%...60%...70%!"

Caesar endured a headache and collected himself, took a deep breath after completely connecting to the spiritual network, and said: "Stop the internal invasion and search, suspend the return process, and leave the Eternal Coast at full speed... at full speed."

The successive gunshots outside the cocoon stopped, and the spaceship that turned back suddenly changed its direction again. Under the watchful eyes of many spaceships passing by, it headed for the exit of the protective cover again.

Although the correction order had been issued, Caesar did not dare to relax. He kept tense until the spaceship really rushed out of the Eternal Coast, and then he was completely relieved.

"Switch the control mode to automatic cruise."

The end of the mind receded completely in an instant, and the strong cocoon around it also disintegrated into strips according to the instructions, and all of them were retracted to the top.

The control room was a mess, with gun holes and broken equipment everywhere. Oswald heard the sound of the alarm being disarmed coming from the corner, and saw Caesar kneeling on the ground at a glance.

Without thinking about it, he rushed forward, caught the other person the moment he fell sideways, and held him tightly in his arms.

Caesar looked up and saw him, and put his hand on his shoulder to support him: "It's okay, I just have a headache."

He himself couldn't explain why, although everything went well when he invaded Tudov's spiritual world just now, but in the end, he seemed to be stabbed by something broken, and for a moment, he felt like a mental needle.

The strange thing about this matter is that he is sure that Tudov is just an ordinary person, neither a guide nor a sentinel. He has no mental power to control the spaceship, and it is impossible to summon a spiritual body.

Caesar always felt that Tudov's state just now was quite strange, whether it was his demeanor or the spiritual body in the black mist, he seemed to be another person.

The admiral heard the sound and came over to take a look, and ordered Oswald to move the man aside: "Let him rest, this is the sequelae of mental exhaustion, you will be fine if you kiss him a few more times."

As he spoke, he kicked the fainted Tudov. Seeing that the man was completely unconscious, he simply got him out and locked him in a room to prevent him from making trouble again.

When the old man came back, he took a look and found that Oswald and the others were going to kiss or not. He ate a wave of dog food, and suddenly his throat hurt.

"Okay, hurry up, don't stay here, the control room has to be repaired before you can treat people." The old man rolled up his sleeves to chase people away, turned his head and called up the control panel to start setting up the maintenance procedures.

Oswald agreed, and hugged Caesar. Although they were two people of about the same height, he seemed to effortlessly hugged them aside and left the control room to the general. .

Caesar was not used to being hugged like this, his body was tense at first, but later he couldn't compete with Oswald with a headache, so he had to let him go.

Oswald found a resting room nearby and put him down, and approached him familiarly. Seeing Caesar's frown, he couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth in annoyance.

"I can't help anything." He whispered, slowly covering those lips.

At that time, he didn't have time to step forward, and he could only watch helplessly as the cocoon trapped Caesar, almost helpless.

As a sentinel, he would instinctively protect the guide, but under the absolute barrier of the cocoon, this instinct had not had time to show its brilliance, and he retreated to the side in embarrassment.

He kissed very lightly, but Caesar raised his eyebrows dissatisfiedly, raised his hand to hold his head, and pressed him down a little.

"Didn't the griffins come?" He hummed, "My mental strength is now stronger than before. If I come to crush one by one, this little headache is nothing."

He raised his eyes and looked at the cold face in front of him, and he didn't know where he was. He pulled Oswald's neat hair as if venting, messing up the shape, and then let out a slight sigh between the kisses : "If you have this skill, why don't you study your kissing skills."

As he spoke, he pushed Oswald's lips away, and the latter narrowed his eyes slightly, finally focusing on the kiss.

The indoor pheromones are gradually getting stronger, while the outdoor maintenance is in full swing.

I thought it would take only a while to soothe my spirit, but the admiral who was staying in the control room suddenly smelled a hint of pheromone.

The breath penetrated into the control room little by little, the admiral took a sniff, his expression changed immediately, and he walked out.

As soon as he walked into the aisle, the pheromone concentration immediately soared several levels. The admiral choked, covered his nose, walked to a certain room, and knocked hard on the door.

"What's the matter with you? This pheromone concentration is almost catching up with the binding heat."

It took a long time to knock on the door before it was opened. The admiral looked at Oswald who appeared by the door, turned his eyes on his face, and then fell on Caesar inside.

He seemed to realize something, and opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Is it really... bonding fever?"

As if to prove his conjecture, the almighty robot on the spaceship threw off its wheels and slid over. Because the concentration of pheromone on the scene exceeded the standard, the red light on its head kept flashing, and it issued an alarm word by word: "The concentration of pheromone Exceeding the standard, please pay attention to all passengers!"

Oswald's face was rarely red, and he couldn't hold back his cold expression. He could only hear him coughing in embarrassment, and his voice was a little weak: "Is there a room that is more sealed?"

Generally speaking, when combined with heat outbreaks, in order to avoid the peak pheromone from affecting other people, sentries and guides should try to find relatively airtight places. The last time Caesar and the others were in the lair of the star thief leader, there were even There are no ghosts, which saves this trouble.

There were not many people on the spaceship this time, and the admiral had already passed the age of restlessness, but the excessively strong pheromone still made him a little angry.

"It's just a spaceship specially designed to transport supplies..." The old man stared at his grandson for a while, dumbfounded, and suddenly remembered something.

"Isn't there something like that?" He blinked, "That honeymoon spaceship of yours."

The author has something to say:

After reading the comments, there is no cute guess hahahaha~

It's okay, it's because my prompt is too inconspicuous hahahaha, give me a kiss, everyone is so cute