Aliens, you are surrounded by me

It was dark tonight, there were not even stars in the sky, and the dark purple shimmer from outside the sky made everything look weird, like falling into a huge magic ball.

This is the night of this asteroid. Just like the day, there is no light source that can be seen by the naked eye, but there is a skylight that does not know where it comes from. As for the day and night, it is completely distinguished by the intensity of the light.

Walking to the chopping board and staring at the ground for a while, Wu Moxi sighed again involuntarily.

On the ground is the white flour he sprinkled in advance, with several footprints on it, facing the same direction.

The trampled footprints extended to the place where the flour disappeared, and further on, the black footprints turned into white, which was the flour on the soles of the shoes. The steps of those footprints were consistent, and there was no panic that a thief should have. , extending all the way to the edge of the dark woods.

Wu Moxi walked over slowly, just like the owners of those footprints, unhurried, as if she was just attending an ordinary appointment.

"Salad, salad—"

As if he was too lazy to lift his feet, he walked through the long grass to the edge of the forest. Seeing the darkness in front of him, he regretted not bringing something with light.

In the dark woods, he saw a pair of frightening eyes, not beasts, but human beings. Those eyes were full of inherent coldness and unfamiliarity, and the contours of the eye sockets instantly turned into alert and threatening shapes.

Wu Moxi didn't have the consciousness of being hated at all, and smiled lightly: "It's you!"

Pretty familiar.

The fierce eyes in the woods froze for a moment.

Under the sky, Wu Moxi kept smiling all the time, neither advancing nor retreating, but put the weapon back into his pocket, and looked at him quietly.

Half a minute later, the leaves rustled a few times, and a tall figure came out of the woods.

It was the prisoner Mu Fei and the others were looking for.

This was the first time Wu Moxi saw him standing up. He was really tall, and even the trees beside him became shorter.

Looking down, seeing the corn in his hand, he showed a knowing smile, and the prisoner's fingertips twitched at the same time, trying to suppress the humiliation and force himself to be calm.

It is indeed too shameful for him to become a thief who steals food!

When he just discovered that the earthlings were following him, more than a dozen ways to kill him instantly popped up in his mind. Although his divine power has been sealed and his body has become weak due to several days of hunger, killing such a weak person Opponents are still out of the question.

He actually dared to follow him alone, and made such a loud noise while walking. Didn't he know that following an S-rank prisoner like this is a very dangerous thing?

Yes, he is an earthling, and he may not know the concept of a prisoner wearing energy shackles on his feet.

Later, he discovered that the other party had a weapon, and when he was still weighing whether it was safer to jump out and kill the other party or continue to lie dormant, he found that the other party had put down the weapon.

Is this also a sign of peace for the people on earth?

Although he didn't know why he chose to come out face to face with the other party, he still remained vigilant. As long as he moved slightly, he would break his neck, search his camp, and leave with all the food.

"I thought you had gone to a farther mountain." Wu Moxi avoided the word "escape", and her tone was as gentle as if she was chatting with a familiar person.

The prisoner stretched himself like a fully drawn bow.

His tough appearance made Wu Moxi a little funny: "Are you hungry? Why don't you eat corn?"

The finger holding the corn moved subconsciously again, and the protruding tendons on the peak of the fist made a deep silhouette on the back of the hand. He raised his hand abruptly and threw the corn back to Wu Moxi.

He wanted to leave this strange earthling. He was talking and laughing with those soldiers during the day. He hid on the mountainside and saw everything.

Wu Moxi caught the corn accurately, took a bite, and asked, "Not to your liking? Go to the camp and I'll get you something else to eat."

The prisoner seemed a little surprised, he paused, and took two steps forward, Wu Moxi was immediately covered by a huge figure.

Wu Moxi raised her head and chewed corn with puffed cheeks: "Maybe you prefer fish? There are stocks in my camp, let's go?"

The heartless appearance made the prisoner a little confused.

He couldn't help but speak, with an indescribably hoarse voice: "You won't catch me?"

It looked like he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Wu Moxi froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, as if he had just told a very funny joke.

"Why should I arrest you? The affairs of your galaxy have nothing to do with me. I'm just a weak and helpless wanderer on the earth." Wu Moxi blinked, his eyes were like bright new stars in space, "And I think Well, those soldiers didn't really want to catch you, they were very slack in arresting you, it was like traveling in mountains and rivers."

The prisoner stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and turned his head away uncomfortably, just like when they first met.

Wu Moxi walked briskly towards the camp, humming a song, just like he did when he was busy in the camp alone. Behind him, the prisoner followed far away, gradually letting go of his guard.

He was right, he really had nothing to do with the chaos in the Winter galaxy.

What bad thoughts can people on earth have?

After returning to the camp, Wu Moxi started to get busy on her own, and did not forget to greet the "guests".

"Do you want some water?"

"……Need not."

"Would you like something special from our planet? I still have some liquid chocolate."

"……Need not."

"Then go and sit over there, it will be fine soon."

"……Need not."

The prisoner didn't know if all the people on earth were so warm, or if the people on earth were so warm to everyone. Anyway, he suddenly felt that the cold night became warmer.

It has been a long time since no one gave him a warm feeling.

In the past two years, secret battles, taunts, backstabs, cold eyes, lingering...

He managed to survive, but when he was about to be taken back to the main star to die, he met such an over-enthusiastic earthling.

He didn't want to lose his dignity in front of this earthling, probably because he looked at him without any pity or hostility, only equality and tranquility.

He also said to himself: Be good!

... When who is a child?Self-righteous guy!

While he was still in a trance, a strong burnt smell suddenly pulled him back from the fragments of his memory, and he found himself staring at the focused side faces of the people on Earth for an unknown amount of time.

Thin beads of sweat hung on his forehead and nose, illuminated by the light from below, the tip of his nose was smooth and shiny, his eyes were covered with orange light spots, as if a jar of star sand had been overturned, his thin The thin lips were slightly parted, as if a little nervous.

Yes, he seems a little nervous.

The action is like a recruit who is firing at the enemy for the first time, with one hand behind his back and the other hand holding a shovel, and his steps are one after another, as if he is ready to run at any time.

He carefully fiddled with the lumps that exuded a strong aroma in a large container. Occasionally, the oil splashed by the thing burst in the air and landed on the back of his hand. Reach out, then go and turn those lumps back and forth.

The prisoner frowned, feeling something was wrong. He moved his gaze down, and belatedly realized that the light flickering under the container was actually—fire?

It's fire?

He looked at the jumping flames in amazement, feeling that his world view had been subverted.

Can a fire be ignited on this asteroid?

The historical records in the Royal Library are all lies?

When he was still in shock, the earthlings added a few branches with fresh leaves to the fire. When the fire became smaller, he used two slender and well-proportioned wooden sticks to clamp the contents of the large container into the small container. , and sent to him.

"Here, let's eat!"

The appearance of the food was very strange, like grilled fish, but the color was much darker, the surface was shiny, and the fragrant smell went straight into the nose.

The prisoner just glanced at it, and then his eyes moved to the back of the earthman's hand.

There are a few red spots on the back of his hand, which should be the reason why he shrinks his hand from time to time.

"Eat? What's the matter?" Earthlings urged.

The prisoner was silent for a while, then took the food.

On the plate, a few pieces of golden and slightly burnt fish were slightly oily, and the alluring aroma emitted was really irresistible.

Also, food is hot, it's the power of fire, not power stones.

Wu Moxi touched the burn on the back of her hand and washed it with cold water depressedly.

The scalding was not serious. There were impurities in the insufficiently filtered peanut oil. It was not very good for frying, and the oil kept splashing. There were several red spots on the back of his hand.

It seems that I have to wear gloves when I cook in the future.

Looking back, I saw the tall prisoner with his back against the light. Under the light of the fire behind him, his figure was as straight and sharp as a drawn sword.

However, he was holding a wooden plate in his left hand and holding chopsticks in his right hand, with a nervous expression on his face, which was in great contrast to his personal image.

Kind of funny.

Wu Moxi felt that he should have guessed that the pair of chopsticks were tableware, but he couldn't figure out where to start.

He walked over, took the chopsticks in his hand gracefully, picked up a piece of fried fish, and handed it to his mouth.

"Eat two yuan first, and I will teach you how to use chopsticks." The prisoner had been missing for so many days, and he was probably starving. He planned to appease his empty stomach with food first.

The prisoner didn't appreciate it, but felt that he was a little too much, so he put the plate on the chopping board without starting.

The earthlings didn't mean to humiliate him, but he couldn't accept such kindness.

He is the eagle of the winter star, he is used to facing the piercing cold wind, soaring on the peak, even if he is tied to his claws now, his soul still strives to remain proud... until he meets a seemingly harmless earthling .

Every time he met, his arrogance seemed to be worn away by the other party, and he finally realized that he accepted the other party's strange behavior well, even though they made him lose his dignity.

It can't go on like this!

"You don't need to teach." He met the strange eyes of the people on Earth, and said in a commanding tone, "Just demonstrate it."

Wu Moxi didn't care about his rudeness, tilted his head, picked up another pair of chopsticks from the chopping board and handed them to him, then compared the chopsticks he took in front of the other party: "That's it."

Then crossed the chopsticks: "Do this again."

He withdrew his hand, didn't teach any more, and watched the other party playing with the two thin pieces of wood with a serious face, and his fingers were almost entangled.

The prisoner deeply realized what it means that the eyes and the brain have learned, but the hands have not.

I remember that since he learned to swing a sword at the age of three, he didn't have to make any effort to learn to do anything.

He felt that the smiles of the people on Earth began to become hateful, as if they were mocking.

In a hurry, "snap", the chopsticks broke.

The author has something to say:

His Royal Highness Dongying: Today is also a day when I want to flip the table!

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Author: My god Amnesia actually didn't write about the small theater in the whole book, let's turn the table together!

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