Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

"I didn't expect it to be you."

Caesar looked directly into the bewildered eyes of the man in front of him, and while devouring the spiritual power of the strange guide in the other party's consciousness, he found the person who gave the spiritual suggestion through the spiritual suggestion on the other party.

The moment the spiritual link was established, he discovered the other party's identity.

This is really a somewhat unexpected, but somewhat reasonable person.

"...I suspected you when you were kidnapped, but unfortunately there was no evidence at that time." His mental power spread out little by little, trying to detect the other party's spiritual world.

But Graf is obviously a person who often sorts out herself. Her spiritual world is very clean, and there are only some redundant information that has not been cleaned up in what just happened.

A man wearing a white military uniform of the Guards passed by among the fragments. Caesar gasped in surprise. Before he could perceive it carefully, the redundant information quickly disappeared like smoke.

"You... don't try to get anything out of me."

Graf supported the table in front of her and struggled, trying her best to seal off all the remaining information in her spiritual world and resist Caesar's perception.

Caesar didn't force it. After all, there was a distance between him and Graf. It was the first time he tried the operation of space perception through mental suggestion. He didn't get any guidance. The way was a bit wild, and the effect was of course not stable.

He simply concentrated all his strength in one place.

The white light lingering on his spiritual network slowly lit up, and began to devour the corners of the spiritual suggestion bit by bit. The burning pain was transmitted to the hinter's spirit. Graf's body trembled slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again .

She was in a daze for a moment due to the pain, a crack appeared in the mental barrier she had constructed in a hurry, and a pair of eyes slowly opened through the crack, looking at her expressionlessly.

Graf stabilized his mind in a jerk, and said anxiously: "...I said it's useless, you have no way to know anything from me."

She has long prepared a valve for herself, once the restricted area of ​​information is touched, the valve will open, and her spirit will self-destruct until her entire memory and emotions are completely emptied.

She endured the pain and gritted her teeth to gather herself, but she heard Caesar indifferently laughing: "I know, so I didn't intend to understand your mental journey at all."

Graf was stunned for a moment, and in the next second, a gleam of light appeared in the eyes in the crack. The light seemed to have some kind of mysterious attraction, attracting her into its vortex.

By the time she realized that it was a very common spiritual hint, it was already too late.

"I just want to ask you to do me a favor and close the isolation net of this broken stadium."

Graf's eyes were lost for a moment, his whole body seemed to be wound up, and he opened his personal terminal tremblingly.

Caesar's suggestion request is very simple, as long as he can temporarily attract Graf's mind, this simple request can be realized with only a primary spiritual suggestion.

It would be much more troublesome to change some complex spiritual hints on weekdays. Not only would there be more nonsense, but the level of hints needed would be higher, and it would not be so easy to realize without directly facing the hinted person.

Thanks to the mentally engulfing pain that restrained the other party for a short time, Caesar finished the implied request, and after a while, he heard the other party's trembling voice respond: "Okay... yes..."

It seemed to be under control, but Caesar did not dare to relax, and only opened his mouth and whispered to Oswald next to him: "Andre."

Oswald understood, turned and returned to the underground passage, and after a while, he saw the griffin flying out with the clothes on the back of Andre's neck in its mouth.

Graf over there closed the isolation net of the arena under the hint, and only heard a chirping sound, and the layer of mesh covering the surroundings and the sky of the arena disappeared little by little.

"Let's go!" Caesar suddenly devoured the rest of his spirit. Graf screamed, fell to the ground without support, and passed out.

One by one, the white tiger held Caesar and Oswald in its claws, and flew out of the arena behind the leading griffin.

As soon as he landed, Caesar heard a sound coming from the side. He followed the sound and walked up to the Griffin to have a look, but it was Andre who was holding it in his mouth slowly waking up, probably still a little confused, and he blinked. , It took a long time to reach out and wave.

"...Boss?"

Caesar couldn't help being a little surprised. His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he responded vaguely after a long while. He stepped forward and touched Andre's head vigorously, signaling the Griffin to put Andre down.

The griffin spat the man on the ground, let out a low cry, and put its head in front of Caesar, rubbing it flatteringly.

Caesar had his face rubbed by it, so he had no choice but to pat its head with a helpless smile.

Andre, who witnessed this scene, blinked a little puzzled.

"This big black guy...why does it look familiar?" He seemed to be in some kind of confusion, and raised his hand to touch the face of the griffin in a daze, in exchange for an unfriendly neighing from the other party.

Andre flinched in fright: "Fuck, so fierce?"

As soon as Oswald came close, he heard the big star hunting brother muttering: "No... Boss, don't you all like soft and fluffy spiritual bodies? You still emphasize to us every day that the spiritual body touches I don’t want anything that doesn’t feel good in the hand, it’s better to be the size that can be hugged in my arms, this big black one is fierce, and the hair feels like it, how can you be so affectionate with it.”

Caesar: "..."

He walked up to Andre suspiciously and looked left and right for a while, thinking that he might have been seriously injured, his spirit was still in a half-damaged state, and his brain was not working well, so he didn't recognize the griffin.

The griffin obviously understood Andre's complaints. It let out a long cry of grief and anger, and wanted to claw at Andre's face. Oswald scolded him in a low voice, and then stopped an inch in front of the other's face in dissatisfaction. .

Andre took a few steps back in fright, looked up and saw Oswald next to him, heyed, and said incoherently: "Are you... aren't you the Lieutenant Hill of the Guards? Hehe, is this a real person or Dummy?"

Oswald and Caesar looked at each other in blank dismay. The lieutenant's rank was at least two or three years ago, and Andre didn't run away because of his memory confusion.

In the next second, Andre said again: "Yesterday... um, no, it was the day before yesterday. You won the first place in the selection, and our boss was so angry."

Oswald was baffled by what he heard, and cast a puzzled look at Caesar. The latter had a vague premonition. He had just thought about the beginning, but he hadn't figured out which year, which month and which selection it was, so he didn't worry. The demented subordinate continued: "It's the one... Xingyun.com's selection of the person he most wants to sleep with... Lieutenant Hill won the first place, and the boss is still not convinced."

"Well... I think about what I said..." Andre pouted, and started to learn Caesar's painting style with a choked voice, "I doubt everyone's aesthetics, the alliance is really going downhill now The bed skills of a piece of wood are probably better than this person, rubbing wood can make a fire anyway, what can you do with this person?! Cutting popsicles... woo woo woo..."

Caesar felt that if Andre broke the old news about him indiscriminately, this subordinate might not be able to accept him. He immediately covered Andre's mouth, and knocked him unconscious with a knife in his hand.

"Let's go, his brain is very bad, he has to be sent back to Amber for repair."

Caesar calmed down, but when he turned around, he saw Oswald looking at him thoughtfully and then at the griffin.

The griffin shuddered, as if it had been hit by some kind of blow. It drooped its wings and lowered its head. Its huge body shrank rapidly, and its circumference shrank to the length of an arm in the blink of an eye.

It pitifully chirped twice, flapped its small wings and flew to Caesar's chest.

Caesar: "..."

Oswald: "If you like, it can actually be shrunk, so it's easier to touch."

Nishizawa hugged the Griffin into his arms expressionlessly, and originally wanted to say that he didn't value the image of the spiritual body so much, but he pressed his palms on the soft and light hair, and couldn't help but sigh. Squeeze again and again until the griffin's back hair is almost half bald, and he refuses to give up.

A smile flashed in Oswald's eyes.

Caesar was trying to clarify, but suddenly felt Oswald's breath approaching his ears.

"Also, is my bed skill bad?"

Caught off guard, Caesar slipped his hand and almost plucked the griffin's fur.

His gloomy eyes immediately fell on Andre, and he decided to send him to the tomb guard of the other shore star after Andre was well.

After withdrawing his gaze, he patted Oswald's shoulder normally, and said after holding back for a long time: "It's worse than me." God knows he doesn't really have any bed skills at all.

Oswald didn't expose him, looking at the reddish ears of the other party, the smile in his eyes deepened a bit.

Caesar didn't see his expression, so he patted the Griffin's little head, and forced him to change the subject: "Go back to normal size first, and Andre has to be carried by you."

The griffin grew bigger happily, probably because it had newly learned this way of flattering. The way it looked at Andre was finally not so dangerous, and it reluctantly threw him on the back.

Everyone rested for a while, and then discerned the direction they came out, and walked all the way along the player passage to the exit.

The outside of the exit was facing the auditorium. Caesar looked up and asked strangely, "Why is there almost no one in the auditorium?"

This stadium can accommodate tens of thousands of people, but at this time the seats are empty, and there are only a few areas where people are still wandering.

Caesar visited with five senses and found that the condition of these people was not quite right. His super vision allowed him to see everyone's dull eyes and abnormally strong body, each of which was very similar to Andre's previous situation. resemblance.

Oswald also frowned: "The guards are not there either."

Caesar was taken aback when he heard his words, and suddenly remembered the fragment of information he saw in Graf's spiritual world.

Even though it was just a flash, he couldn't mistake that face.

That was indeed Oswald's adjutant named Leon, that's right.

However, it wasn't just Leon in the picture. If he remembered correctly, standing next to Leon was the president of the alliance, and...Ymir, who was supposed to be on the field with him.

The author has something to say:

ah!A little late today_(:з」∠)_

Griffins can be big or small, fierce or cute, don't you want to grab them?

In order to win Caesar's favor, the dignity of the beast can be lost!