Luna God of Rebirth

Dharma Cable

"My lord, do you want to connect to Professor Puosmurphy's special line?" When Harlan came in from the slid open hatch, he saw Lord Istar in front of the crystal coffin in the center of the room, watching him affectionately. Looking at the Highness who has been awake for unknown reasons.

The man paused for a moment, and gently moved his fingers away from the crystal coffin without lifting his head: "Come in."

At this moment, they were on their way back to Aliu Colmo.

Yesterday, after Istar returned to the small town of Rokag from the Luna Forest, he didn't even stay for a moment. After arranging everyone to stay behind at Axilas, he went to Asa's house with a serious face.

He was full of doubts, eager to see his boy, to truly feel his existence, and to see his wanton, warm smile like a bright flame.

However, the facts often always develop in the worst direction.

He didn't see Huang at Asa's house!

His room was still messy after waking up from a nap.

Half of the quilt fell under the bed, and no one cleaned it up. The window was open, and there were a few deep scratches and small irregular holes on the bottom, which looked very much like the claws of wild animals.

The room was small and empty, but he seemed to see the picture of the boy sleeping there this morning.

The thin boy who always followed Huang had a sad expression on his face, he hesitated to speak when he saw him coming, his eyes seemed to have been crying, his nose was red, and he clenched his fists as if trying to endure, unconsciously carrying The nasal voice told him what had happened before.His narration was intermittent, and with his head lowered, he saw transparent water drops falling to the ground.

During the whole process, Istar remained expressionless.

He took one last look at the boy's room full of life, turned around and left there without looking back.

Harun also followed, holding his breath and not daring to come out, followed Master Istar back.

Then, the Dharma Cable sent by Lingshui City arrived.

Although they don't know their specific identities, the people from Lingshui City didn't dare to neglect, and they sent their best spaceship.The spaceship can be regarded as having a good performance, and it is also very large. There is no place to stop in the small town of Rokag.In the end, they were the ones who drove the mechs into the open cabin of the spaceship, and then entered the Da Mo Jia Suo.

Istar took a last look at the person in the crystal coffin, stood up and left the room, entering the control room of the spaceship.

After a flickering flicker, the feminine face of Professor Imperial Capital Osmurphy appeared on the big screen.

He exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh, my strong and wise Highness, good afternoon, have you eaten yet? And Harlan, I'm sorry I didn't see you just now."

Harlan: "Actually, I don't mind if you don't see me all the time. Honestly, Professor Poosmurphy, you should wash your hair."

"Harlan, don't be so harsh on me. You know, as a scientific researcher who forgets to eat and sleep, I always ignore some details in life. For example, washing your hair or something, just let it go with the wind. Hahaha !"

Harlan: "Or, Professor, you should actually cut your hair. When you ignore the details of life, your long hair is scary at night. Actually, balding is a very good idea, isn't it?"

Harlan suddenly realized when he mentioned the bald head.

He subconsciously glanced at Lord Istar in front of him, and automatically shut up.On the contrary, Puosmofei was thoughtful, pointing his finger at his lips, thinking seriously.

"This idea seems to be good."

Istar went to his seat and sat down, resting his chin on his hand, his eyes were gloomy.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, Your Highness, don't be so indifferent. The blooming chrysanthemums need you urgently! Oh~~~~"

Harlan turned cold, and couldn't match the lewd expression on the other side's face. He silently turned his head and retreated: "This damn pervert, can you stop talking like this?"Do you have goosebumps?

Sure enough, the adults of their family are still mighty and majestic, facing such a scene, they can still keep their usual expressions, not even changing their expressions.

Istar's usual expressionless face: "Get to the point!"

"Okay." The man on the screen shrugged his shoulders, took out a pot of half-bloomed chrysanthemums from the table next to him, and carefully inspected the flowers and leaves.

"Your Highness, I heard that you came back from the Luna Forest unscathed. How is everything going smoothly? Have you found the reason for the abnormality of the Luna Forest? Also, did you bring back anything worthy of research? ? This is the most important thing! I have been curious about the Luna Forest 20 years ago, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to go.”

"By the way, do you have the animal bones I asked you to look for? The Luna Forest can be regarded as the oldest forest, and now I am afraid that only there are animal bone fossils that have not mutated thousands of years ago. Of course, say After so much, what I want to say most is, where is the soil I want?"

The man raised his head from the screen, smiling so softly on his face that it made people lose their minds, and only those who were familiar with him couldn't help but want to wail.

The guy with the "M" in the hidden attribute was shaking again.

Istar thought for a while and replied, "Harlan's there."

It seems that before he left, Puos Murphy did tell him about such a thing.He seems to have bought a bag of seeds from nowhere, which is said to be a flower seed that has not mutated in ancient times.It was cultivated in the laboratory, but unfortunately only one plant survived, and he has been raising it carefully.

Because the living environment is very demanding, the soil around the imperial capital seems not suitable for the growth of ancient plants.

"My lord?" Harlan, who was also shot while lying down, couldn't help being shocked.He looked down at the stern young man who didn't change his face, opened his mouth, and finally held back his words.

Is it time for him to dig the dirt? ! ! !Nima didn't give him this task!Also, who doesn't have nothing to dig some dirt? Isn't there everywhere in the outskirts of the imperial capital? Does he need to travel so far?Nima, who is full and has nothing to do, he is very busy, okay?

Puosmurphy smiled happily, and gave Harlan a wink: "That's good. Dear Harlan, remember to protect my soil. My chrysanthemum will depend on you from now on. If you are not careful, you will get My chrysanthemum withered... Uh huh, you don't want to know the consequences!"

After speaking, the screen went black.

"My lord..." Harun wept bitterly, looking at the indifferent man in front of him sadly.

Where is he going to get him some dirt.

Nima's chrysanthemum, he can't afford this responsibility!

Istar stood up from his seat and patted him on the shoulder: "You go back in your mecha now, maybe you can catch up with us. By the way, remember, you must get the soil from the Luna Forest, other local, Puosmurphy will know."

After speaking, the man passed by.

Harlan stood there for a long time, his expression was stiff, and the sadness in his heart flowed like a river.He couldn't help scratching the wall: "..."

Your sister is engaged in research, so I can't afford to hurt you!

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Ishtar returned to his room and glanced at the layout of the room, which seemed to be the same as before he left.But, out of intuition, he always felt that something was different.Specifically, he couldn't tell, the room was still the same as it was before he left, even the crystal coffin placed in the center...

and many more!

The man strode over, bent down and picked up the brocade that fell on the ground, his eyes sank.

When he went out just now, he clearly remembered to cover the crystal coffin with brocade silk, why...

Could it be that Harlan accidentally tore it off when he left, or did it slide down slowly by itself?Or, did I remember wrongly?

Throwing away the things in his hands, Ishtar began to inspect the crystal coffin with a tight heart.Finding that there was no problem, he looked at the young man who was sleeping quietly inside, the condensation between his brows subconsciously softened a little, and his eyes had a tenderness that he didn't even realize.

He raised his left hand and pressed the "key" in, only to hear a "click", and the coffin lid slowly moved away.

The man stood up, gently picked up the boy inside, and walked on the big bed not far away.

He bent down, put the person gently on the soft bed, and sat on it by himself.Then, he gently placed the boy's head on his lap, and lovingly stroked the boy's soft, silky and beautiful long hair with his hands.

The headdress that originally belonged to a part of the boy's head was wrapped around his wrist specially by him, and he never left his body for a moment.

The young man's eyes were gently closed, his eyelashes were thick and curled like butterfly wings, his fingers slowly slid down his beautiful cheeks, caressing and lingering on the young man's rosy thin lips, his eyes became deeper and deeper...

He had never been so close to him for a moment.Even if it's just that the teenager has no consciousness at all and doesn't know anything.

When he is awake and laughing, I need to use my utmost rationality to control his restlessness of wanting to get close to him, and control myself not to scare him.In the eyes of the young man, he was just a stranger he had known not long ago, and even if he got to know him later, it was far from being able to get close to him.

Usually when the two walked together, he looked at the person within reach, but he didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

Getting along for a period of time was enough for him to understand the boy's temperament.He seemed careless, heartless, but his eyes were very distant and indifferent, and he always kept a short distance from others, and no one stepped on the line he drew.

Istar sighed in a low voice: Only at this time can he relax a little and let himself approach him.

At a glance, he is crazy!The clamor in his soul brought his sanity to the verge of collapse.

Under the usual cold appearance, who would have imagined that his mind was like tumbling magma, so hot that it almost burned him.