Therapy Planet No. 13

Buliuxing is the name of an organization, known throughout the interstellar world with a sharp and capable cold dagger badge.

Throughout the ages, there have always been such a group of people who are free and unrestrained from government control. At first, they were only active in their respective countries. After the Age of Discovery, it became a worldwide alliance. They found their own kind in the entire universe and condensed into a powerful force group independent of the government.

In popular terms, they are so-called mercenaries.

The founder of Buliuxing is said to be of the oriental lineage of the ancient earth, so he called it such a simple name.The people inside claim to be untraceable people, who can travel freely between the universes without leaving any traces. Sometimes they are hired by the government to do some shady activities, and sometimes they are recruited by the anti-cosmic group—that is, the group of people who call themselves the "Star Alliance" Destroy government agencies.

There is no stand and you can do whatever you want. It is a good place for the poor to earn money, and it is also a good place for the rich to seek excitement at their own expense.

And Thorn Flower has obviously completed the transformation from the former to the latter.

The federal government conducts an interstellar arrest for the entire Bu Liu Xing, but it is often just a superficial appearance.

The residence of No Stay is imitated by the Zerg and Kunpeng that move disorderly in the universe. The No Tracers of the past generations can only get their names through internal recommendations. To enter, it is necessary to leave a corresponding spiritual imprint at the headquarters of No Stay, and then In order to jump to the headquarters at the designated jump point.

There is a saying in the universe that has been circulating for a long time: without a trace, you can close the blade, and with a trace, you can shine the sword.

Legend has it that the gate of Buliu Xing's headquarters is a huge well-crafted blade. Standing in front of it, only the real Void Person will return the scabbard and open the gate, otherwise it will be cut into pieces by the thousands of blades of the gate.

It's hard to find, and the federal government often asks for it, so they haven't killed them all, and the statistical rankings posted are just for the citizens of the universe.

How should I put it... Even though he knew that Angor was hiding his name from him, Louis still didn't expect that the other party had such an identity.

It still came out on its own initiative.

When two ferocious beasts meet on a narrow road, one of them will always reveal its belly first.

"Deaththorn."

The water sprayed on Lui's arm continuously and then fell into the pool according to the gravity. Unknowingly, it splashed all the vest in front of him, leaving streaks of ascetic water stains.

The thorn flower is a new species discovered after the era of the Grand Fleet. It is charming and thorny, and no grass grows wherever it passes. It symbolizes destruction, bondage, and a completely opposite image.

free.

An unruly and strong soul, which means mocking the torment of fate with one's own blood and soul.

In the early days of the Great War, someone used such a destructive and huge plant on the battlefield. It only needed a small vine and given enough nutrients, it could spread its sharp thorns and spread indiscriminately, destroying them.The official statement of that war was a draw, and the people were concealed from the truth, but what the military school textbooks said was that the thorns entangled the entire planet, piercing all the life on it to death, and chained to the criss-crossing rhizomes .A poem that was banned afterwards described the scene in detail:

Thorns taint the Fields of War

Red flowers of death bloom among the thorns

destroy

destroy it

You'll end up piercing the boundless darkness

Facing the road of freedom paved with blood

Thorn flowers are originally white, and they bloom like stars in the sky, but the prerequisite for the flower buds to bloom is to absorb a lot of blood, so they are often stained with bright blood red.

And that battle completely ignited the anger of the entire universe, and it was later classified as the trigger of that war.fire.One of the quests, known in history - the Battle of Thorns. .

When Louis got up from the bed the next day, he found that Angel was grabbing on his body like an octopus. The limbs of the two people overlapped each other in an extremely twisted posture, insisting on what Louis had been like before. The degree to which the piles of dead people overlap is even more complicated.

...It really looks like criss-crossing thorns blocking the way.

The only difference is probably that this one has learned to keep the thorns inside instead of showing them all the time.

Lui sleeps well by himself, and without thinking about it, he knows who caused the current situation.

She stared at the ceiling with a pair of big eyes, a little strange, after all, if it was in the past, she might not even be able to sleep, but now that she is entangled by Angel like this, she can still sleep peacefully all night, it has to be said that it is a miracle.

Lui tilted his head slightly, and Angel was facing her. She still looked very deceptive in her sleep, she seemed harmless to humans and animals, but she was indeed as innocent as a child.

She couldn't help thinking to herself, could the awakening of Sirlois' bloodline also have the effect of improving sleep quality?

After all, she has never seen Angor sleeping with her in his arms and still losing sleep - of course, except in the early stage when they reached an agreement to guard against each other.

Just thinking about this, Angel opened her eyes in a daze. The dark red pupils looked a bit like the morning sun just rising, or the cirrus clouds dyed red by the rays of the sun. She looked back at Louis , lightly pecked at the corner of her lips, with a charming tone at the end: "Morning~"

……

The joy of being locked in a room and hiding secretly is only short-lived, what Louis and Angel are actually facing is long-term depression and endless repetition.

Training, classes, introspection, activities, eating, sleeping.

Every inch of the sunlit area is carefully cut into equal parts, and each person and each task is assigned a little here and a little more there.

Every day becomes a complete closed circle, and the next day is no different from the previous day, with countless circles running in an orderly manner on the huge circular track.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

"My life is fading away."

One day Angel stopped by at breakfast and said this.

Lui next to him didn't raise his head, "Which book of poetry did you read this from?"

Angel took a bite of the stale soft cake. The dough had been left for a long time, and it was so soft and sticky that it was hard to swallow. The raw materials of Zhang Ruanbing are synthetic materials wholesaled from a food chemical factory.

"A collection of anonymous poems. Although the other poems sound terrible, there are at least one or two that can barely catch the eye."

Angel closed his eyes and rolled the remaining soft cakes into a ball, and stuffed them into his mouth in two or three bites with the black heavy sauce, bulging like a squirrel—it was just a squirrel that just woke up from hibernation A hungry squirrel.

The squirrel finally flattened its bulging cheeks, and then let out a sigh of the survivors:

"The whole section is like this." She cleared her throat, imagining that this was a gorgeous and magnificent stage, and her voice was almost chant.

Louie always felt that Angel had a soul-stirring charm when he read poems.

Like a one-legged dancer dancing on the edge of a cliff, the body is dizzy in the air round and round, and may fall off the cliff at any time, with a pale, fragile, fragile and destructive beauty.But the red dancing shoes on the feet and the fiery red dress on the body gave this destruction a kind of thrilling heroism.

"In space, no one can hear your scream; in a black hole, no one can see your disappearance."

The dark red flames in Angel's eyes were spreading silently, like lava that was quietly burning and waiting to be extinguished after the collision of asteroids in the universe, silent and gorgeous.

"I sit in the twilight and look at the vast space-time, like the bright star river day and night looking at the silent silence."

She closed her eyes, opened them again, and the red thorn flowers burned and bloomed in the raging fire.

"My life is gradually disappearing, being swallowed up by the silent ink, thousands of stars are whispering in my ears, and my love and I will embrace a new life in the endless."

Knives and forks screeched zla-noise on the dinner plate.

"I figured it out."

At this time, Jessica did not know when she sat next to Angel.

The little girl lowered her head, the corners of her mouth were tensely pursed into a line, her hands rested on her knees, clutching the fabric on her knees from time to time, and finally felt that such a move was too obvious, so she freed one hand to put on the on the table, but still switching between unconsciously clenched fists and consciously open palms.

Jessica quickly looked up and looked around, but found that no one noticed her side, so she gritted her teeth and said, "I promise you."

Angel raised a corner of his lips, and quickly suppressed it before the instructor noticed.

Stress makes people grow.

Danger is restrained.

The instinct of human beings to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages makes them the most adaptable animals to the environment.

"Pleasant to work with."

Angel lowered his voice and said with a smile.

……

Under Angel's eloquent tongue, Liming has automatically acted as their intelligence broker.

Because he was born inside the facility, coupled with his young age, even the people inside the school are quite reassured about Liming, and sometimes this trust even exceeds the standard given to Locke and others.

Compared with Locke who came in from the outside, Dawn, who had no privacy and was under all-round surveillance since childhood, was naturally more worry-free.

But they often forget that the more dangerous people need to be monitored, no one will waste equipment resources on the walking dead in groups of three or four in the marginal galaxy.

Despite this, Liming still maintains a good relationship with each new student.

She and He Xiangbin are like father and daughter, more like a pair of close partners.Liming is responsible for the collection of new information, and He Xiangbin is responsible for integrating it into valuable intelligence, waiting for someone who is interested in it to pay something more important in exchange.

As a result, He Xiangbin was able to grasp everyone's needs and vulnerabilities, and step by step seduce newcomers to start cultivating their own "little hobbies".

If there is a hobby, there is a demand, and if there is a demand, there is a market. Only when there is a market, the work chain can be established.

This time, the two newcomers were paid by Louie and Angel's entry-level fighting skills teaching, and the two of them were almost always able to get any troubles that might cause waves in this dead water at the first time.

Not long after Jessica gave her answer, Li Ming approached her in the activity class, and she said:

"Ten days later, there will be a publicity event for the discharged personnel to return."

The author has something to say: Thank you:

Yue Qingzhu threw a mine

Drunk and threw a landmine.

I don't remember what "not leaving the line" is, please go back to Chapter 13 to find the answer.

By the way, Baidu told me that there is no such creature as thorn flower, but flower language does exist.But don't believe what I wrote about Flower Language, it's adapted.

As for the poems that appear in it, I usually give the name of the poet in the text. If there is no one, it means that I...made it up...

The first sentence of the poem that Angor recites later comes from a popular science reading "Black Holes Are Not Like What You See".