Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

Oswald looked at Caesar, who was obviously emotional. He was not a guide, and he couldn't enter Caesar's spiritual world through spiritual power, but his close relationship with Caesar made it easy for them to have attunement and empathy, especially when When one party is emotionally excited.

For example, at this time, he could feel that Caesar's emotions were fluctuating violently, with sadness and joy, but most of them were anger.

These emotions affected Caesar's mental power, and the originally stable power became fluctuating, filling the entire space, and even Oswald was slightly affected.

He has to help him, he thought.

On the battlefield, sentries and guides have always complemented each other. When the guide is caught in a spiritual battle, the sentry should always pay attention to the mental state of the other party in addition to leveling the physical obstacles for him.

So Oswald approached Caesar while maintaining the barrier. He released his pheromone, covering Caesar carefully little by little, allowing the breath of the two to blend, trying to smooth those sharp edges and corners.

Perhaps it was the pheromones that played a role, Caesar's eyebrows stretched a little, his white tiger ran out, and bit Andre's spiritual body, white light exploded from the position where the two spiritual bodies were in contact, the black clouded leopard With a scream, the black fog on its body was burned away by the white light, but because it was corroded too much, the white light swallowed part of its body, and its mimicry could not be maintained. The almost invisible smoke returned to Andrei's spirit.

The white light spread down, and Andre was like a deflated balloon, deflated little by little. When the white light completely dissipated, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, with tangled brows and a weak face, collapsed to the end, he His usually chubby face was sunken, and even his healthy and strong body seemed to be much thinner than before.

Baihu lowered his head and hastily licked his tongue on his face, leaving a layer of soft light to soothe the weak spirit that was missing.

When it turned around again, it turned back into that ferocious behemoth, roaring and rushing towards the remaining spirit bodies.

The thick black mist on the field was devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the last spiritual body disappeared amidst the wailing, this spiritual battle finally came to an end.

The overwhelming spiritual power receded like a tidal wave, and the light in Caesar's eyes slowly dimmed. He rubbed his head and shook dizzily, but was firmly supported by a pair of warm hands.

Oswald's pheromones filled his nose, his tense nerves were relieved, and he was tired. He leaned back and whispered, "I'll take a rest."

After finishing speaking, he completely closed his eyes, and fell into a short sleep caused by mental self-repair.

Oswald's heart tightened slightly, and he subconsciously moved closer, until he confirmed that he had really just fallen asleep before letting out a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the fainted people on the ground, the feeling of madness was gone, and Caesar's spiritual power was still covering them, and he was still dutifully calming down those broken spirits.

After confirming that the conditions of those people were stable, Oswald sat down with his back against the wall. He moved Caesar's head to his lap, brushed away the broken hair on the other's forehead, and touched his dry lips with his fingers. Touched, then bowed his head and kissed.

He kissed very slowly, kissing the person carefully and thoroughly, without missing every trace of the ups and downs of the other person's emotions. Afterwards, all the fluctuating spirits returned to calm, and he was reluctant to leave.

Caesar opened his eyes at some point, his eyes were lazy, and he found that Oswald did not push him away after what he was doing, but calmly thought about it.

However, after waiting for a long time before Oswald took the initiative to end the endless kiss, he had no choice but to pat his strong waist with his backhand, and teased in a low voice: "Why didn't I think you were so keen on your relatives before?" ...Well... that's fine, the concentration of pheromones must exceed the standard again."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he saw a flash of smile in the other person's eyes.

Only then did Oswald raise his head slightly, and looked at him sideways: "Okay?"

"Almost." Caesar felt the abundant spiritual power. After devouring and absorbing other spirits, his strength seemed to increase a little. Under Oswald's comfort, he was no longer in serious trouble.

From the corner of his sight, he caught a glimpse of a black tail flicking in the air. Caesar turned his head to look, and was surprised to find that the body of the white tiger had become two or three times bigger. There was no room for movement, so they simply lay on the white tiger's back, and the big and small looked at him together, their eyes sparkling.

The back of the white tiger is fluffy, and it looks easy to lie on. Caesar is a little envious. In contrast, Oswald's thighs are not so friendly. This man is strict with himself, without a trace of fat on his body, and he is strong and strong. It's not so comfortable to rest your head on it, like resting on a stone.

So he beckoned to Baihu, and when the other person stretched out his head and leaned in front of him, he stretched out his hand and plucked a handful of hair. The hair in his hand was as hard as a pinprick, not to mention comfortable, lying on it might kill half his life.

"..." Caesar withdrew his hand expressionlessly, gave the Griffin a meaningful look, touched someone's leg at last, and sighed.

"Let's go." He rolled over and sat up, "After you settle these people down, go out and have a look outside. I probably thought of a way to get out of this damn place."

He told Oswald about his thoughts. When he was devouring those bursts of mental power just now, he clearly felt the aura from the same guide inside.

The spiritual contact allowed him to capture some fragmentary details. These people seemed to have received some kind of spiritual suggestion, implying that they were all from the same guide. The moment he completely devoured those spirits, he felt a scream from that guide. screamed, because the spiritual hint given was destroyed, and the other party's spirit was obviously bitten by a backlash.

Caesar sensed through his spirit, that person is not on the field, since the other party gave these people a hint, it must be related to today's matter, and that person is probably watching the game outside the field.

"I'm going to catch this guy." Caesar said, since the other party used spiritual hints, he can actually try to follow the clues, and in turn find this person through the spirit.

After the two found a place to settle the fainted people, they left side by side.And very coincidentally, as soon as they went out, they ran into a spectator nearby who was searching for players. This person's face was swollen and red, and he was obviously in a state of mental explosion.

Calais VI looked at Graf who suddenly fell to the ground, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

It took Graf a while to recover, she stood up with some difficulty, and said, "It seems that some mental hints have failed..."

But there were too many people she hinted at, and she only felt that a few needles in her complicated thoughts disappeared, disappearing so quickly and completely that she had no time to react or feel them. Who is implying the invalidation.

Calais VI didn't care, thought for a while and said, "It's a bit embarrassing for you to strengthen and give hints to so many people at the same time. It's normal for one or two hints to be not so stable."

He remembered something, and raised his hand to switch all the live broadcasts back to the game, "How are the rest of the people arranged?"

Graf responded: "They have already picked out the person they like, and I have already arranged the rest. Now it is either on the way to the sending and receiving port, or it is already on the spaceship."

Calais VI snorted, "Who did they pick?"

"They all have an evolution rate of over 80%."

Calais VI smiled: "I guessed it. I'm afraid they can't wait to change themselves into a young and strong body immediately. After all, people are easy to be afraid of death when they are old."

As he spoke, he scanned the live broadcast screen, watching those contestants fleeing in a panic, struggling in the face of disparity in power one by one. The attack still left them in a panic. Half of the players on the field had already died, and the remaining half might not last long.

But the dot representing Caesar was still on, which surprised him a little.

"I remember that at least three people passed by Caesar's side. I didn't expect him to be alive." The camera was knocked down by Oswald. Calais VI didn't know the specific ability of Caesar, but he had previously invaded Tudor. The spirit of the husband, he had a brief confrontation with Caesar on the spaceship on the Eternal Coast.At that time, he was backlashed by Caesar's mental power, and he had a re-evaluation of this person's ability.

If it wasn't for his other goals, Caesar would actually like to stay.

"After all, Oswald was with him." Graf looked at Oswald's positioning information.

"That's right." Calais VI nodded, "The two of you can still last a little longer."

He spoke and thought for a while, and then said: "That's it, leave them alone, let them struggle for a while, pay attention, don't let those experimental subjects beat them to death, it doesn't matter if they are disabled."

Graf quickly responded, and after Calais VI finished speaking, he looked at the Union President who was tightly restrained in the corner.

"Now, it's time to have a chat with our Mr. President."

He signaled his subordinates to bring the president over, and several military and political officials beside him couldn't help glaring, and one of them scolded: "What are you doing!"

Ymir, who was holding the president, looked back at them and asked, "Mr. Siren, what should we do with these people?"

He looked at those people, but asked Calais VI, who waved his hand indifferently: "These people are disobedient, don't keep them."

The complexions of the big shots changed, and President Dushanbe frowned and shouted, "What do you mean?"

Calais VI: "Ymir."

Ymir turned around and walked in front of those people.

"It's easy to leave." His bloodthirsty gaze fell on them, and the particle gun in his hand fired several times, without giving those people any chance to react, and directly blasted their heads away.

The headless body fell crookedly, and the president's eyes were full of anger: "You—"

"Let's go." Ymir tilted his head and gave him a weird smile, and gave him a rough push.

Calais VI ordered Graf a few more words, and then turned around and walked to the president. The two brothers patted each other's shoulders nicely: "Actually, you don't have to be so angry, anyway, it will be your turn soon... "

After speaking, he laughed, ignored the president's pale face, and walked out of the VIP room first.

Graf watched the three of them leave, and she didn't turn back to the VIP room until they turned the corner. All the live broadcast images were still faithfully reflecting the situation in the arena. flustered.

She unleashed her mental power and looked around but found nothing. Just as she was a little confused, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in the depths of her spirit. Something penetrated into her brain, and the pain made her mentally overwhelmed.

"finally found you."

She heard a familiar voice resounding in her mind, slowly becoming clear from blur, and her eyes widened in amazement after being in a trance for a few seconds.

"Cesis—?"

The author has something to say:

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Nishizawa (sigh): want something squishy

Oswald: Yes, do you want to touch it?But it's not soft when you touch it

Caesar:? ? ?

In fact, there is a cough... When the chest muscles are relaxed, they are also soft and elastic~(￣▽￣～)~