Catch yourself across the world

When it was over, Ishua breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm going out first, you..." Ishua came out of the bath, turned around and looked at the lazily lying person in the pool, paused and said, "Don't soak for too long."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a moment standing there, bent down to turn on the hot water switch, and left the bathroom immediately.

The water in the bath was gradually filling up, Mo Lingyuan held the water slowly and gently with his hand, glanced at the closed door, and the smile gradually spread from the corner of his mouth: "What's the 'price' to use as an excuse next time? "

When Mo Lingyuan came out of the bathroom, he found that Ishua had just cleaned himself up and was picking up the cold porridge on the table to drink.

"Xiuya, wait a minute." Mo Lingyuan hurried over and took the porridge bowl from his hand.

"What's wrong?" Ishua was stunned.

"It's getting cold, you sit here and wait for a while." After Mo Lingyuan finished speaking, he also packed up the other dishes on the table, and walked to the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe.

Ishua opened his mouth, looked at the empty table, and muttered a few words: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome."

"It's still early."

Ishua cast a surprised look towards that figure: Did he hear me just now?This hearing power is too good.Or, just by chance?

Mo Lingyuan's movements were quick, and it didn't take long before he came back with a hot meal: "I made the porridge last night, and I will cook it for you again next time."

Ishua reached out to pick it up: "It's okay, thank you."

The porridge was a bit hot, and Ishua drank it slowly, and the fragrance filled his mouth as soon as he took it in: "Huh?" He looked up at Mo Lingyuan in surprise, "What did you add to it?"

"Is it still to your taste?" Mo Lingyuan took the spoon from Ishua's hand and took a sip himself. "The taste is not as good as last night, but it's still passable."

All the ingredients for the meals come from the realm of comprehension. Although the porridge has been left overnight, the spiritual rice is different from ordinary rice. Even though it has been re-cooked, the taste is still soft and not rotten, and the fragrance of the spiritual grass still exists.

Ishua raised his eyes: "Your taste is too tricky, what do you usually eat?"

"It's nothing." Mo Lingyuan put the spoon back into the bowl, "Hurry up and go to class, and come to me when you don't have class."

Ishua nodded, and gave an inarticulate "hmm", looking at the food in the bowl, he still didn't recognize it.

"That's right!" Mo Lingyuan sat down next to Ishua, "Teach me how to make mechas when you are free."

"Mecha manufacturing?" Ishua was surprised.

"Yes, didn't you learn this?"

Ishua sipped his porridge and turned his head: "Why do you want to learn this?"

Mo Lingyuan held up his chin with one hand: "You don't have to worry about this, just give me a copy of your class schedule by the way, and I'll go and listen when I have time."

The doubts in Ishua's eyes deepened, he picked up a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and finished the remaining porridge quickly: "Yes, I will sort out the information for beginners later, and I will give it to you together."

"Ah."

Ishua glanced at the time, put down the bowls and chopsticks, got up and grabbed his coat and went out: "Sorry, take care of these troubles, I'm going to be late."

Mo Lingyuan waved his hands: "Go!"

With a wave of his finger, the dishes flew into the kitchen, Mo Lingyuan was thinking in a trance, with a smile in his eyes: I will give you a present on your next birthday, what do you think of the mecha?I see you like that stuff.

The sun filled the campus, and the students started their day's activities.

In the army, a certain agency.

Timos' eyes were extremely cold: "How do you guard?"

The two subordinates were trembling and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the young major general in front of them.

"What are you still doing here?" Di Moss slapped the table beside him with a bang, "Catch people back before he causes turmoil."

"Yes!" The two replied with a jerk, stood at attention, saluted and left to carry out the task.

Only Dimos was left in the room, his eyes flickering with a dim light: how could the prisoner escape so easily while staying in the prison, it seems like last time, a traitor appeared in the army.However, what exactly do those people want to do, and what good does it do them to disrupt the existing order?

There are always a few dark passages in the city, which are sandwiched between the walls and only passable to certain people.

A person quickly ran through a dark passage, went to a small street at the end, walked against the wall, avoided the surveillance system on the street, and finally entered an inconspicuous small clothing store.

When that person came out again, he had already changed his outfit. Even someone who had just met him would probably not be able to recognize him face to face.

The man adjusted his collar, raised his head and looked across the street. His brown hair almost covered his eyes, his face was very pale, and the thick dark circles under his eyes were more obvious. Dry, the whole person looks very sluggish.

He didn't dare to take a car, and he didn't have an ID card, so he couldn't move an inch in this city.

"As long as they can leave this planet, they won't be able to catch me anymore." He pondered, and suddenly thought of something, the corner of his mouth grinned, the wind blew his bangs away, and his eyes were filled with cruel and bloodthirsty light.

He raised his head and looked at the timer on a tall building, calculated the route and time, turned around and moved forward.

Behind him, in the small clothing store, the boss who was originally sitting behind the cash register had disappeared, and blood was slowly oozing from a standing closet by the window.