God of War has joined the deluxe package of running with the ball

Pascal looked over at a loss for words, recalling the picky look of delicate humans when faced with a table of exquisite Liv family delicacies, snorted, and took out a stack of small test tubes from his bag.

"You really don't have a good taste. The dishes of the Liv tribe are really delicious." He said, and handed over a test tube of nutrient solution, "Then you can only drink nutrient solution, the new flavor set of the engineering department, Strawberries, blueberries, mangoes, fried chicken, beer, fondue, coconuts—huh?"

The Yeling tribe looked at the flying figure in confusion, stopped the introduction, and looked puzzled.

But in the next second, the sound from the bathroom made his complexion change suddenly, and he hurriedly put down the things at hand and followed.Through the crack of the door, I saw his arch-enemy, who was half covered in blood in the past without changing his face, holding on to the sink in the bathroom, throwing up in the dark, but because he really didn't eat anything, he just kept making the painful sound of retching .

Between vomiting, Han Tianjing glanced at him slightly annoyed, motioning for him to go away with the nutrient solution. Unfortunately, the enemy could not receive the correct brain waves so easily. Pascal tried his best to open the door and squeeze in. I saw the red eye corners of the other party, and the water-colored lips from retching...

Night spirits glow!

Yeling Pupil Earthquake!

Ye Ling suffered [-] points of fright damage!

"You—" Pascal was at a loss, you know, this is the god of war who is calm even when fighting against the White King!

I hurriedly dialed Dr. Luo Xia's communication——Damn, don't disturb me during the experiment?Pascal grabbed Han Tianjing's arm: "Use your number to contact the doctor, you must be in her special attention—"

Then Han Tianjing, who was busy, raised his hand and slapped him, turned his head and vomited a few times, took a handful of cold water to wash his face, leaned on the sink and whispered, "No need."

There was a moment of silence in the cabin, only his slightly rapid breathing could be heard.

Persevering, Pascal went to grab his arm again, and then the annoyed Han Tianjing raised his hand and splashed water.

"Be quiet!" Han Tianjing sternly reprimanded, and then put the back of his hand against his lips, with a look of wanting to vomit. Pascal was silent for a while, and it was rare that he did not continue to provoke. He stared at him intently, with an expression that wished for the sudden death of his rival.

In order to prevent the aura from turning into puffer fish one night, Han Tianjing wiped his face, and reluctantly explained: "It happened before, and I checked with a doctor. There is no abnormality, it is the sequelae of mental attack."

And last time——Han Tianjing felt that the problem was bigger than nausea when he fiddled with the box and wasted a box of crystals when he was sleepy.

Pascal was dizzy in the small spaceship bathroom, and was kicked by Han Tianjing with his eyes closed.

It flickered across the eyelids.

Pascal choked out a sentence for a long time: "It's evening, shouldn't you go to bed?"

Han Tianjing replied, "Then turn off the lights."

Hearing that Pascal was furious, he put on the exoskeleton armor again, and even covered the horns of his head with a towel.

Han Tianjing turned around and walked towards the rest area of ​​the inner cabin, but was grabbed by Pascal who had turned off the lights.

"Eat something before going to bed." Pascal said stiffly, "If you die of starvation, you will have to pay for your funeral at the expense of the state treasury."

When it came to eating, he became even angrier, Han Tianjing said angrily, "What do I eat, braised Ye Ling?"

Just as I was talking, another wave of Liv warriors appeared outside the spaceship. Pascal removed the cloth covering the corner, cursed and went to open the door. Just about to rant, do you think this is a museum? Outside were Marshal Fan Ye's personal soldiers, who brought several exquisite food boxes.

The leading lady secretary of the military department shook the leaves and said: "Marshal Fan Ye asked the canteen of the military department to cook a special dinner for Mr. Mingyue. He knew that Mr. Mingyue's current physical condition was special, so he told him to take a good rest and eat more nutritious food. Food. If there are any of these dishes that you particularly like or feel disgusting, you must give me feedback, and I will let the cafeteria make adjustments."

Pascal's heart immediately rang an alarm bell. Didn't the Liv tribe be so sensitive to the fluctuation of mental power and star power? This shows that Han Tianjing has the sequelae of mental attack?

But he took the food box calmly, said a few polite words in diplomatic language, closed the hatch, first checked it with star energy, and then analyzed it with the scanning equipment of the exoskeleton armor before giving the food to Han Tianjing sent over.

"That's right, let's eat this." Pascal slammed the thing on the table, sat aside boldly, and said, "I have never fought with the Liv tribe before. It seems that I really underestimated these sub-plants before."

"This star field is not peaceful." Regarding this, Han Tianjing is not surprised, "When the White King's power was at its peak, the star area here was within its energy radiation, but the Star Hill Alliance never became the White King's family. The three None of the protoss with a very low rank was devoured by the White King, which is enough to see that Marshal Fan Ye is not simple."

While talking, Han Tianjing arranged the lunch boxes and opened them one by one. The largest box was filled with uniquely shaped pastries. As soon as he opened the lid, he could smell a strong fragrance. He picked up a bunny-shaped one and opened it. The sweet and fruity fragrance wafted out instantly.

Although it's not meat...

Han Tianjing put it in his mouth and tasted it. The Liv family must have tried their best. Compared with the dry and bland reception meal, this pastry is exquisite and delicious, with a strong taste, and the shape is very meticulous. Each one has different tastes. It is sour and sweet, with the fragrance of vegetables and fruits, and there is also a taste of barbecued pork (although I don't know if the raw material is real meat).

Seeing Han Tianjing eat two bites of the unicorn-shaped barbecued pork pastry, Pascal seemed to be quietly relieved, finally freed from the worry that "fragile human beings are about to starve to death before their eyes".

Staring at him eating the pastry quickly, opened the second lunch box, and took out some kind of snack inside, Pascal asked, "How is it? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Han Tianjing swallowed the food, frowned and replied, "It's okay."

Although I still feel an indescribable discomfort, but... a small problem.

"It is reasonable to have a headache, why do you often have stomach pains." Pascal fell into thought, "Could it be because you were testing you in His Majesty's domain, and you missed it?"

Han Tianjing didn't speak.

This is not easy to speak.

"Dr. Luo Xia believes that it may be a side effect of false memory." Han Tianjing thought about it, and briefly stated the doctor's conclusion. After all, in that memory, he took the initiative to do that kind of thing, and repeatedly changed his tricks. After one night, he was so tired that he slept all the time (he still felt that he was not unconscious), and the sequelae including abdominal pain were not particularly bizarre.

But how to tell this kind of experience to the enemy, for fear that the other party has nothing to laugh at?

Before Pascal asked about false memories, Han Tianjing coldly took the napkin and wiped his mouth, got up and said, "I'm going to wash up and rest, you can do it yourself."

Pascal snorted coldly, and watched him enter the inner cabin.

The day of the night spirit tribe has just begun, because he didn't sleep much during the day, Pascal felt that his white circles appeared again, but he didn't want to sleep at all until now, it's not good to reverse day and night, it's better to wait until dawn Besides.

He sat down at the table, drank the nutrient solution, and began to look through the database of the military department.

Humans themselves cannot feel and use astral energy, but this does not mean that astral energy will not interfere or even change them.The early human organizations fought against the White Empire because there was a case where the White King used stars to pollute humans on a large scale and turned them into low-level family members as cannon fodder.

It was also at that time that the impressive combat power of the human race was truly recognized by the entire interstellar world.

Contrary to the fact that it is extremely difficult to actively feel the characteristics of astral energy, human beings are quite easy to be passively disturbed by astral energy.Pascal looked through the literature, and the most famous proof is that there are some races with strong star energy that can allow human males to conceive offspring-the star energy can transform human bodies, allowing them to grow reproductive cavities that can breed offspring.

Of course, there is an important reminder in the information - the star energy is very strong, otherwise it will not work.

Moreover, during the process of body structure changes, it is necessary to continuously supplement star energy and high-energy food.

Flipping through it, Pascal accidentally bumped into a food box that hadn't been lost on the table. Humans couldn't feel it, but he could tell that the chefs of the Liv clan used high-energy and high-quality ingredients.

Suddenly he trembled, and jumped up with a jerk.

He raised his hand and patted his head, and said to himself: "Damn, these leaf tribes, what kind of pacifier are you going to get if you don't have anything to do? Those who know say it's your ethnic culture and love life, but those who don't know think you are congratulating Han Mingyue pregnant."

It's over, this is definitely an intrusive thought, once it starts, it can't be forgotten, it's too brainwashing.

Following this thought... Hiss——

Pascal shuddered.

He found out Han Tianjing's early experience clearly.Born in Huangxing, he grew up in a scavenger community. The name Han Tianjing is engraved on a small metal pendant, which is his only personal property.He was raised by turns until he was just able to walk, so he went to the sand to dig up the spaceship wreckage that fell from the sky to sell scraps, and took the small screws that he dug out to the management office to exchange for nutrition bars.

The poor-quality nutritional bars that have not been seasoned have a fishy smell, and they can grow up after eating that stuff. It makes no sense to vomit at the nutrient solution that tastes good now.

Thinking of this, Pascal's expression became a little more serious—the unknown attacker seemed to be quite powerful, and he could make a war god like Han Tianjing have such a strong and serious reaction. Although he was human, he was a person who made Pascal rack his brains, Just a guy who wants to prove that his blood is not pure by any means.

Such dangerous elements cannot be allowed to exist.

As for pregnancy?

What kind of nonsense, Pascal threw this absurd joke out of his mind, pregnant, that is the Moon God of War, who is he pregnant, the other party was not beaten into briquettes by the floating cannon?

Blame the leaves!What kind of pacifier to give, so that people can make blind associations even when they read a file normally.

Pascal breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned to the side. His emotions were too fluctuating just now, and even the star power exploded.

The Chenji is a private car, so the cockpit is not big. As soon as he relaxed, he touched the black and gold operating lever without paying attention.

The already cold touch suddenly seemed to turn into an ice knife, and Pascal withdrew his hand suddenly, but everything happened too quickly. On the surface of the joystick, the golden lines had already lit up, and the spiritual coercion belonging to the high-level protoss was like a vast abyss. Pascal was caught off guard, and fell into the deep sea. The cascading high pressure almost took away his ability to breathe, and every inch of star energy flowed like ice blades across the skin——

Time seems to stand still, and it seems to be extremely fast. The sudden attack was quietly withdrawn after the identity of the target was ascertained, and it did not really hurt the marshal of the alliance's own family.

Pascal slumped on the seat, his beautiful pair of curved corners looked limp.

But his mood is still a little complicated, which is a mixture of surprise and panic.

"His Majesty?"

Who will explain to him, Han Mingyue's spaceship joystick, what is the magic button to call the Emperor of the Night with one touch?

The author has something to say:

Mingyue: zzzZZZ~

Ye Deng: Let me read the information, scare, don’t look at the information if you have nothing to do!

Yehuang: Who is it, who is on my Mingyue's private spaceship!