Therapy Planet No. 13

Sellois.

It is a race that is about to disappear from the sight of the universe.

The only thing that Louis had contact with this group not long ago was the target of the latest mission - the oval seed with a silver-white halo.

Louie remembers mentioning in history class the only word for the "Silois race," the mysterious gypsies who roamed the universe.

No one knows where the home planet of Sirlois is, and no one knows the political system, way of life, and social structure of Sirlois.

They wander in various galaxies in the universe, and they have high or low identities. Most planets confirm that the genetic blood relationship of the same family does not work on them.

The Xilois race can have the genetic code of any planet, and can be a citizen of any galaxy, and they can hardly find anything in common—except for the madness hidden in their bones.

"Hush!" Angor tried to put her finger up to block Louis' mouth, but in fact she did succeed.

One of her hands did not know when it escaped from Lui's control, or the strength of Lui's control was insignificant, enough for her to break free easily.

Angel's fingertips tentatively pried into Louie's lips, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Don't say 'you', you should say 'we'."

She smiled purely and frankly: "You know, you are already one of us, maybe we are the only ones of the same kind in this universe."

Louie's consciousness was in a trance.

She remembers the description of the already endangered Sirois in the "Encyclopedia of Human Races in the Universe", a popular science book that all interstellar citizens must read when they were young:

Crazy, chaotic, restless, domineering, excessive desire.

This is the code engraved in the body of the Xilois, and it will not be changed by any living environment and genetic blood.

Such people are often a serious problem for those who are eager to stabilize the government, but fortunately, there are never many Silois descendants, and there are very few people with political ambitions. The places where they haunt are often dangerous but interesting territories , during the early years of the Great War, almost all galaxies participated in this protracted war, but the people of Xilois walked in and out of the war without any stand.

And the only way to confirm such a race can only be through such extreme personality guesses, and their intentional or unintentional exposure of identities in the universe.

But even so, the universe has not heard the movement of Sirlois for hundreds of years.

You must know that this group has always been ostentatious. As long as they cause a little trouble, they can't wait to let their ethnic name spread from one end of the universe to the other end.

low key?It would be better to let the Siloises commit suicide!

"shut up!"

Louie frowned and tried to get away from Angel's teasing. The strange desire in her body made her feel that the person underneath exuded a deadly fragrance. On the one hand, she tried her best to restrain this primitive instinct, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but want to Bite down, starting from Angor's neck, swallowing him inch by inch.

"Sirois does not submit to anyone." Angel laughed sullenly, "We only submit to our own desires."

"Look, you like me." Every tone of Angel's voice seemed to be coquettish, "Whether it's the body or the soul, there must be something that makes you want to stop me—or, Both."

Louis didn't call her back.

She was trying to consume the excess information in her head.

Along with the extra mental nets in Louie's mind, there were also a lot of unfamiliar knowledge—but it seemed to be taken for granted.

As if everything is natural.

The newly born spiritual network is a characteristic of Silois. This group of races realized the existence of the spiritual network long before the federal government discovered the spiritual threshold, and unlike other ethnic groups who can only have one spiritual network, they have independent and separate two.

One can be detected by the star network, which represents the spiritual network certified by all biological civilizations.

The other one is unique to Xilois, some individuals are independent, and some ethnic groups share it.

In the shared area, it is a common memory passed down from generation to generation by Sirois.

Many ethnic groups use material carriers to pass on knowledge, they tie ropes to record events, they make bamboo slips, and they create the carrier of "books", which cooperate with "schools" to carry out "education".

But Sirlois has a natural advantage.

The shared spiritual network is like a common network that exists naturally in the minds of all ethnic groups. The axioms and rules thought out by other ethnic groups need to be written, and then spread through years of teaching. It is not necessarily guaranteed that future generations will be able to understand.

However, the sharing of core memories within the ethnic group allowed Silos to easily break this shackle.

As long as one person comprehends a certain law that can be summed up, it can immediately become the consensus of the entire ethnic group.

Not subject to any intergenerational control, as long as you are of the Silois race, you are born with the endless wisdom accumulated over the ages.

Rather than saying that these things are knowledge, it is better to say that this knowledge has become the DNA engraved deep in the genes.

They rely on this unique spiritual network to confirm the same kind nearby. If there is a strong difference in the strength of the spiritual network between the two ethnic groups, it can even play a role in the interference of the strong against the weak.

——It's the same as what Angel did to appease Louy's sudden surge of mental net.

And when Lu Yi digested this knowledge, he also gradually understood where he became different.

The Seed of Sillois.

This is the real name of her mission objective.

From the moment Louis buried it in her left arm, the code in the seed spread from her left arm to her limbs along her flowing blood bit by bit.

No wonder she had always felt that her left arm was slightly hot.

The Xilois people rely on it to spread and multiply, and they float around in the universe like dandelion seeds, endlessly.

"Sirois, forever and ever."

Louie was shocked by the immensity in his mind that had the same lifespan as the universe since ancient times, and subconsciously muttered a wise saying engraved in the memories of all Silos in the ancient ethnic language in his throat.

"Yes, forever."

Angel murmured with a smile, her fingers moved away from Louis' lips, slid to her chin, all the way down along the other's delicate collarbone, boldly burning Louis' skin with a bonfire of desire:

"Forever."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly guided Louis, who had stood up, to bend down.

Dark red fireworks gradually rose from Louis' eyes.

According to the normal progress, it will take some time for Sirlois to awaken. Her original spiritual network is too strong, and the new life needs time to expand its territory.

However, the treatment room No. 13, Angel, and a series of stimuli from Canaan, on the one hand, crazily suppressed the original spiritual network, and on the other hand, forcibly added a handful of dry wood to the new flame, and the flame burned in the vacated oxygen. Rapidly expanded into a prairie fire.

Surrender to desire.

Surrender only to your own desires.

The kiss moved slowly from Angel's forehead, to the tip of his nose, to his lips.Angor opened his mouth contentedly, showing his sharp canine teeth, and took a small bite of Louis, but was bitten back brutally by Louis.

"I really didn't know you were so domineering in bed."

Angel smiled, his eyes were filled with the reflection of Louis.

Her answer was the ripping of clothes.

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"Um……"

Angor's half-pained joy brought Louis back to reality, her body jerked, and then she stopped.

"Continue." Angel's voice seemed to be an order, with arrogance that could not be refused.

Louie didn't move.

"Louy..." Angel's fingers inserted into Louis' short black hair that was already drenched in sweat, felt the scorching heat from under his fingertips, tightened his fingers slightly, and pushed her head down slightly. , suddenly changed the subject, "Let's escape."

After a long time, she heard Louie's answer as he struggled out of desire.

"it is good."

The author has something to say: Thank you: Reader "Super Slag", irrigation nutrient solution x10.

I don’t know how to change it, I really don’t know how to change it, I’m so annoyed that I want to quit this book... ah... ah... it’s really impossible to write hard disk text, I think it’s ok