Therapy Planet No. 13

Louis dazedly had that dream again.

The scene of being with Marta was repeated countless times in the dream, and each segment was like a spider's thread on a spider's web, firmly binding her rampant moth in the cage that Marta woven by herself.

Louis couldn't figure it out, obviously Mata didn't treat him too badly, except for the occasional weird request, even better than the children who were born and raised in Almy Planet and were uniformly trained by the education department.

But she just couldn't ignore the weirdness of being with Marta.

It's like there's something staring at you from behind all the time, although it's harmless, it's more or less uncomfortable.

Even if she is used to privacy that is almost non-existent by federal standards on Almistar.

That kind of sight staring secretly is like a light on her back. In her dream, Louis imagined that she could condense this ubiquitous sight into substance and twist it together. She desperately held these linear sights in her hands. In the middle of the day, those sights suddenly turned into a violent cough, and suddenly scattered in the wind, whispering in the ears pervasively:

"why?"

"you are mine."

"I picked you up."

"You listen to me."

"what happened?"

"I am back."

……

She woke up suddenly from the nightmare, and found that her hands were pinching Angel's neck again, her fingers were turning white, and she was covered in cold sweat.

"Dreaming again? It's not dawn yet, sleep a little longer."

After such a toss, Angel fell asleep and woke up early, she rubbed the root of Louis' thigh and muttered.

They found a cave to rest for the night before dark.They were lucky. It was already past the search time of the patrol team, and they didn't run into other field troops. Louis chose a safe road, so the chance of encountering wild beasts was naturally greatly reduced.

It's good that Angel didn't move, but Louis' face turned darker when he moved.

She sat and rested against the wall, which was convenient for vigilance.And Angor's vigil was originally arranged at this time, but this guy didn't know when he came to his side, with his head resting on his knees, his head slightly tilted, his arms hung restlessly on his waist, his posture It's ambiguous, the most important thing is——

She didn't notice it at all!

Louis looked at Angor with an ugly expression, and then raised his eyes to the fire that kept watch.

The pile of flames had been extinguished long ago, revealing the black charcoal at the top, which seemed to have been extinguished for some time.

"Angel!" Lui gritted her teeth, her voice was extremely low because she was worried about waking up the others.

"What's the matter?" Angel blinked innocently, looked in Lui's direction and instantly understood why she became angry from embarrassment, and pretended to say, "It's okay, anyway, this is your base camp, I believe you."

Louis: "..."

"What's more, I didn't fall asleep. I just need to take a rest. You don't need to be so excited." Angel yawned as he said.

Louie dead fisheye.

Can you lie a little more?

Angel has an innate talent for lying and talking to himself.

She smiled and squeezed the few soft flesh around Louis' waist, and was slapped off by Louis's slap: "Speaking of which, I have thought about it for a long time, why didn't you and your one as soon as you entered the planet?" Friend' connections, like yours, should have no shortage of hidden insiders."

"Let me guess." Angel was not discouraged, and was about to jump on Lui's chest, but was ruthlessly rejected again, so he pouted and said angrily, "Is that 'friend' of yours the one in your dream? ?”

Louis was silent for a moment, but Angel seized the opportunity to sneak into the gap in the hem of his clothes. His cold fingers suddenly pressed against his warm belly, and Louis gasped subconsciously.

"Looks like I guessed it right." Angel chuckled, his fingers moved down one after another, and the skins that touched each other quickly shuddered.

"That's my guardian." Louis said suddenly.

Angor's sliding gesture stopped instantly, and he encouraged: "Continue."

"When I was a child, she brought me here from the earth and gave me a real home." Louie explained dryly. She hadn't learned to use many gorgeous and complex subtle words to describe her inner emotions. It can only list the most boring facts and nouns one by one.

"She is my first teacher here, my only family member, my only friend, my only immediate superior, and my only long-term working partner."

Angel giggled after hearing this, "What kind of description do you have?"

"This is a fact."

"Is she the person you trust the most?" Angel asked back.

Louie remained silent.

"You see, in our ethnic group, if you insist, I am also your only teacher, the only clan member, the only friend who can share secrets, and the only bed partner who has slept in the same bed."

Louis: "..."

"It's also true." Angel innocently replied with Louy's words, "Besides, I'm the person you can trust the most."

"But I think she still has a...possessive desire for me." Lui thought about his choice of words, and said uncertainly, "I can't explain this feeling, anyway, it makes people very uncomfortable."

"That's not important." Angel chuckled lightly, and she stretched out her hand to scratch Louis' chin, as if comforting a kitten, "Do you love her?"

Love is a feeling that is both pure and complex.It contains kinship and friendship, and even in some ethnic groups that follow the old rituals, there are feelings of family and country righteousness.

It can be as simple as a physical relationship between two people, or as complicated as an ethical emotion based on blood relationship and experience.

She didn't know which one she was referring to.

Seeing Louie's rare confused eyes, Angel said seductively, "Let's change the question. Do you love me?"

This time Louis was extremely firm.She pushed Angor away a little bluntly, and said coldly: "Stop playing such boring word games, please? You know the relationship between us."

They just happened to meet each other, they just happened not to hate each other, they happened to be of the same race, and they just happened to be bound together until now.

If it hadn't been for this accident in the middle, the current Angel and she would have disappeared in the vast universe long ago.

"Couple relationship." Angel sealed the conclusion decisively. She was frank and firm, and said in a firm voice, "Lui, kiss me."

Louis felt that she was becoming less and less resistant to similar orders. She was a little confused, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.She didn't know if it was because she subconsciously entered a state of obedience after returning here, or because her tolerance for Angor had increased so that she was less likely to refuse Angor's request.

Or maybe she's just naive, following a desire that's been lurking inside her.

She leaned over, opened her eyes and watched Angel's appearance zoom in before her eyes until it became blurred.

"You know? When I met you for the first time, I thought, ah... Finally, I met a wolf-hungry soldier." Angel bit Louie's lips, and said vaguely said, "I will kill you."

"But I can't bear it."

"Although it's very weak, you do exude a fragrance that I covet all over your body."

"Phoenix - my mentor once said that this scent is a rare gift from Thelois."

"Louis...you are a godsend from the universe."

If Angel hadn't taken the initiative to bring this up, Louis would have almost forgotten that in addition to the ancient ethnic identity, Sillois also had the identity of citizenship in the advanced federal concept.

Angel has beautiful long light blonde hair. Although it was cut on the 13th, the short curly hair on the head also has a unique style.Although brown-red pupils are rare, they are not rare. Such characteristics are very standard for interstellar hybrids. If one does not actively reveal one's background, it is generally difficult to judge one's identity by appearance.

The Clyde race is a cosmic population known for being able to reproduce parthenogenetically. The number is small, but females make up an overwhelming majority of the population. Even the males will only die alone before the arrival of the era of large starships, unless There are females who are willing to exchange genes with him, but such a small population is easily extinct in the context of war years and expansion colonization.

During the Great War, countless residents of the original planet lost their pure bloodlines in the crazy expansion of other civilizations, and they were also one of the original advocates of multi-race.

Nowadays, the purebred Clyde family is gone, but its powerful parthenogenesis has a strong vitality through mixed blood, and many biologists are even arguing to redefine the Clyde family—think that its The purity of bloodlines only lies in the feature of parthenogenesis, as long as they have this feature, all can be included in the ranks of the race.

"Phini has Clyde blood, but at the same time she is also one of the few Silois descendants." Angor explained.

Sirlois' dominance lies in breaking through the reproduction mode of genes and blood, but correspondingly targeting the evolution of the spiritual network.

"Silois reproduces on the mother tree. When the mother star was still there, the mother tree would bear a certain amount of fruit every year—the one you got from a mission a year ago. We call it a 'seed'. The seed only needs Step into the body or eat it, and it will grow a spiritual net that belongs to Sirlois like a new sprout.

Long before the federal government discovered the existence of the Spirit Web, we had evolved a unique internal network. "

"Phini feels very sorry for me." Angor's tone could not express joy or anger, "Because after the planet was destroyed, Xilois went into exile for several generations, and we who lost our mother tree even had problems in reproduction. Ni's generation has no seeds to support the next generation."

"So she refused to recognize me as her daughter."

Angel smiled: "But she likes to adapt some things in the inheritance memory and tell me a bedtime story."

Her tone carried a rare trace of nostalgia and tenderness: "I am not a good student, and she is not a good teacher. After all, the innate knowledge in her mind is like a bible to me, but I am I really like the collection of poems on the big shelf she collected-read a lot of miscellaneous."

Angel said with emotion: "It's really a day like a dream..."

"and after?"

Louis was fascinated by the sound, and couldn't help asking.

"Later she died." Angel withdrew his expression, his tone suddenly cold, "Killed by soldiers. I hid and saw patterns of greedy wolves on their bodies."

The author has something to say: 3/5

I really feel so hanging emmm