live in jail [interstellar]

Outside the door, the brothers of the Bu family were leaning on the threshold, one on the left and the other on the right. Seeing this miraculous scene, the two brothers lowered their heads to look at their little skirts: "Brother, our little skirts are really cute." The spiritual body of other people's family is so naughty.

"Brother, we have to treat the little skirt well." Don't let the little skirt learn bad things from other families, especially from prisoner No. [-]'s family.

"Brother, let's not take that book back. It seems that there are more important things to do on the tenth."

"Brother, let's go."

Indoors, Qiao Mobai's neck was stiff, his eyes were dull, and he watched the two brothers at the door who wanted to perform [-]% go away...gone....

"What should we do now?" Sunflower squatted in front of him, with her big head supported by two leaves, and asked innocently.

"Let's discuss and discuss."

Qiao Mobai came back to his senses, grabbed it by the neck, came out of cell No. 24, found a place where no one was around, and threw it on the chair opposite: "There is no one else here, the two of us are open and honest. Talk about it, what are you and what is the purpose of staying with me."

"I am your spiritual body." Sunflower held her head, and said innocently, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds from her head with one hand, handed half of them to Qiao Mobai, and put the rest into her mouth by herself: "Crack, purpose I haven't thought about it yet. Otherwise, you can think of one for me."

"Crack, old girl, that's not interesting. You see, I'm talking to you like this openly and honestly." Qiao Mobai knocked a melon seed, and unexpectedly found that the melon seed was quite fragrant. "More."

A green leaf grabbed a handful from his head and poured it into the opponent's palm: "Do flowers belong to men and women?"

"Then I'll call you brother? Or you can tell me your name."

"...I don't know what my name is, I've been on you since I woke up."

Huang Cancan's big head was raised, supported by a green leaf, and a green leaf stretched out to pick the melon seeds held in Qiao Mobai's hands, "When I woke up, you were being embraced by Wen Jiu, and many people surrounded you , They said that you have been injected with mental stimulation injections, and the effect of the medicine has already taken effect, so you can only take the remaining few injections."

The human who was knocking on melon seeds, heard that silently stopped the movement of his hands, and looked up at him; "Those people beat me?"

"No, Wen Jiuhuai disagreed. They exchanged part of your blood to dilute the medicine in your blood by half."

Qiao Mobai raised his two arms, pushed up his white sleeves, squinted his eyes and looked at the two tender arms, but didn't find a single pinhole.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?" The earthling rubbed his veins to make sure he didn't feel a little bit.

"If you don't believe me, go ask Wen Jiuhuai, the blood was drawn from him."

Without further ado, Qiao Mobai opened the terminal star network, found the other party's contact information and called directly.

Three seconds later, a familiar figure appeared on the zoomed-in screen, and that person looked at the camera with surprise; "Mobai."

"Brother Wen, after hearing that I was in a coma, you changed my blood? Is there such a thing?"

The person on the other side of the image nodded; "The situation was urgent, and you would die if you didn't exchange blood."

"No wonder my mental body looks so distinctive."

Qiao Mobai now thinks about those people in the Lion Prison and everything he saw on the barren planet.

Among those various spiritual bodies, there is a special existence like Zhou Quan, which is rare in the world. He has half of Wen Jiuhuai's blood in his body, and he has created such a wonderful spiritual body as Sunflower.

It suddenly makes perfect sense.

Sunflower waved his hand, "I have nothing to do with him. Before he changed your blood, I existed in this world. I stuck it on your back and felt the birth of my petals one by one. That feeling, you don't know."

A melon seed flower couldn't show an intoxicated expression on its face, so it could only desperately lift up the green leaves, stretch them out, retract them, and then unfold them.

"Are you reconciled?" The video was not turned off, and Wen Jiuhuai could see the melon seeds in the hands of each person on the opposite side. It seemed that the relationship was much better than when they were in the hospital.

"No."

"No."

Words sounded in unison, and one person and one flower on the opposite side of the video turned their heads to stare at each other. The angry Mo Bai, the cute one, had only been separated for a day, and Wen Jiuhuai missed him very much.

"Stay well, I'll be back soon."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, we still have business to talk about." Qiao Mobai shook off the goosebumps on his body, turned off the connection between the two, and returned his gaze to Sunflower.

He coughed a few times, cleared his voice, and took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll treat you as the spiritual body I created, so do you have to listen to me? Other people's spiritual bodies are very obedient of."

"Then other people's mental bodies are still fucked, do I want to torture you with me too?"

This question is a good one. The melon seeds in the palm of the human hand were poured into the sunflower's mouth in one breath, and the earthlings pinched its neck and shook it vigorously; "You can't wait for me to finish talking, can you? It’s fun to stop beating me up, isn’t it! Find a beating!”

He has endured it for a long time, and he still has no self-awareness at all.

5 minutes later……

The sunflower that has been baptized by force is like a broken flower and willow, standing upright in the wind precariously, and a few yellow petals are blown down by the wind desolately.

"Let's stop talking about those extra nonsense, let's talk about the most direct topic now, can you see the black heart cotton, that is the dark thing in the sky." Qiao Mobai put his hands on his hips, letting him see clearly before answering.

"It turns out that these things are called black heart cotton."

This is what you can see.

"Besides seeing, do you have any other feelings?" Isn't he, the earthling, the one who saves the world?But this flower demon?Qiao Mobai muttered.

The sunflower looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and dense black heart cotton appeared in its sight. "I can sense that these things cannot be eliminated. They exist in this world. This is their former territory, and now they are returning to this planet again." .”

Qiao Mobai silently turned on the mobile phone to broadcast live, the camera was aimed at the painted face, and after it finished speaking, he looked calmly at the comment section that had exploded.

Audience 1; "After countless host raids and spiritual baptism, I don't think it's strange to see a flower speak human words."

Audience 2: "Hehe, I picked up my cat calmly, and found that it looked at the camera with its ears pricked up. I seriously doubt that it can fully understand human language, and may still speak!"

"It's very similar to my spiritual body, maybe you are from that planet."

In the comment area, among the audience who were entertaining themselves, someone accidentally caught a glimpse of this sentence, suddenly stopped tapping their fingers, and in the next second they bent their fingers and quickly tapped the screen twice.

"Successful screenshot."

The audience is cute; "It is very similar to my spiritual body, maybe you are from that planet."

The audience named Haruwang on the Internet has been staring at the comment area without blinking since the screenshot was taken.

I found that the audience was still discussing the matter of Sunflower speaking human language, and no one noticed that something was wrong just now.

He opened the content of his screenshot, and after a while, he replaced his dog's head portrait with this screenshot and reappeared in the comment area; "Georgian seems to have appeared in the live broadcast room, did I see it wrong? That little cutie ?”

"?? What? Why did that fugitive appear here?"

"Wait! Haruwang's avatar! Damn, what did I find!"

"It's him! It must be him!"

In the east district of Yancheng, Earth, George Ann was sitting in a coffee shop, staring at the comments on the screen with a blank expression, typing words slowly on the virtual keyboard; "It's me, George Ann."

The author has something to say: QVQ thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

33 bottles of bear biscuits; 1 bottle of Shang Jiuxiao, such and such;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!