Therapy Planet No. 13: Chapter 32 reply

Bu Liuxing is the name of an institution that is known throughout the interstellar space for a razor-sharp cold dagger emblem.

Throughout the ages, there will always be such a group of people who are not controlled by the government and are used to being free and unrestrained. At first, they were only active in their respective countries. After the era of great seafaring, they became a worldwide alliance. It has found its own kind in the entire universe and condensed into a powerful force group independent of the government.

In popular terms, it is the so-called mercenary.

The founder of Buliu Xing is said to be from the ancient earth's oriental lineage, so it is called such a quaint name. The people inside claim to be the missing guests, and they travel freely between the universes without leaving any traces. They are sometimes hired by the government to do some shady deeds, and sometimes they are pulled over by the anti-cosmos group—that is, the group of people who call themselves the "Interstellar Alliance". Check out government agencies.

No position, do whatever you want, it is a good place for the poor to take their lives to make money, and it is also a good place for the rich to take care of their own profits and losses to find excitement.

And the thorn flower has obviously completed the transformation from the former to the latter.

The federal government conducts an interstellar search for the entire Bu Liuxing, but it is often just a show on the surface.

The residence of Bu Liuxing is imitated by the Zerg and Kunpeng that move in disorder in the universe. The no-trace guests of the past dynasties can only get their names through internal recommendation. When entering, it is necessary to leave a corresponding spiritual imprint in the headquarters of Buxing, and then In order to jump to the headquarters in the designated jump point.

There is a long-standing saying in the universe: the blade disappears without a trace, and the blade shines with a trace.

It is said that the gate of the headquarters of Bu Liuxing is a huge and well-made blade. Standing in front of it, only the real missing person will return the scabbard to the blade 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 didn't kill them all, and the statistical rankings that came out were just to show off the citizens of the universe.

How should I put it... Even though I knew that Angel had concealed his name, Lu Yi still did not expect that the other party would have such an identity.

It's still self-evident.

Two fierce beasts meet on a narrow road, and one of them will show his belly first.

"Dead thorns."

The water splashed continuously on Lui's arm and then dripped into the pool with gravity, unknowingly splashing all the vest in front of him, leaving behind water stains of abstinence.

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

free.

Uninhibited and strong soul, meaning to mock the torture of fate with his own blood and soul.

In the early days of the war, someone used such a destructive plant on the battlefield. It only needs a small vine and sufficient nutrients, and it can spread and destroy indiscriminately with its sharp thorns. The official statement of that war was a draw, and the people were concealed from the truth, but what the military academy textbooks said was that thorns entangled the entire planet, piercing all the life on it to death, and locked it on the criss-crossing rhizomes. A poem that was later banned described the scene in detail:

Thorns stain the land of war

A red flower of death blooms among the spikes

destroy

destroy it

You will finally break through the endless darkness

Towards the road to freedom paved with blood

The thorn flower was originally white, and it bloomed like a sky full of stars, but the premise of blooming flower bones is to absorb a lot of blood, so it is often stained with bright blood red.

And that battle completely ignited the anger of the entire universe, and was later classified as the leader of that battle. fire. One of the cables, known in history as the Battle of Thorns. .

When Lui got up from the bed the next day, he found that Angel was crawling on his body like an octopus. The degree to which the dead stacks overlap is even more complicated.

...it does look a lot like the thorns crisscrossing the road.

The only difference is probably that this one has learned to keep the thorns inside and doesn't show them all the time.

Lu Yi slept well by himself, and he knew who caused this scene without even thinking about it.

She stared at the ceiling with her big eyes, which was a bit strange. After all, if it was put on this before, she probably wouldn't even be able to sleep. Now that she can sleep peacefully all night under Angel's entanglement, it must be said that it is a miracle.

Lu Yi turned his head slightly, Angel was facing her, she looked very deceptive in her sleep, and seemed harmless to humans and animals, but she was indeed as innocent as a child.

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

After all, she never saw Angel fall asleep with her in his arms one day—except, of course, in the early days 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 were a bit like the morning sun that had just risen, or the cirrus clouds dyed red by the rays of the sun. She looked back at Lu Yi generously. , lightly pecked the corner of her lips, and the end note carried a charming tone: "Morning~"

The joy of being locked in a room and hiding secretly was only short-lived, what Lui and Angel faced were actually long-term depression and endless repetition.

Training, class, introspection, activity, eating, sleeping.

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

Each day becomes a complete closed loop, and then the next day is no different from the previous day, with countless circles running in an orderly manner on a huge circular orbit.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

"My life is fading away."

One day Angel stopped at breakfast and said this.

Lu Yi next to him didn't lift his head, "Which book of poems did you read this from?"

Angel took a bite of the soft cake that was not fresh. The dough had been left for a long time, and it had a soft stickiness that was hard to swallow. It tasted with a strange gum and burnt flavor. It was really hard to guess this. The raw materials of Zhang Ruanbing are synthetic materials wholesaled from which food chemical factory.

"An anonymous collection of poems, although the other lines sound terrible, but at least one or two lines can barely catch the eye."

Angel closed his eyes and rolled the rest of the soft cake into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth three or two times with the black heavy-tasting sauce, bulging like a squirrel—just a hungry one who just woke up from hibernation. squirrel.

The squirrel finally flattened its bulging cheeks before letting out a sigh for the rest of its life:

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

Lu Yi always felt that Angel had a moving charm when he read poetry.

Like a one-legged dancer dancing on the edge of a cliff, dizzying the body in the air in circles, and possibly falling off the cliff bank at any time, with a pale, fragile, fragile beauty of destruction. But the red dancing shoes on his feet and the fiery red dress on his body brought a thrilling heroic to this destruction.

"No one in space can hear you 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. It was silent and gorgeous.

"I sit in the twilight and look at the vast space and time, like the silent silence of the dazzling galaxy that looks after each other day and night."

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

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

Knives and forks made a screeching zilla-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 pursed into a line nervously, her hands were on her knees, and she clutched the fabric on her knees from time to time. Finally, she felt that such a move was too obvious, so she put one hand on her knees. On the desktop, but it is still a stiff switch between unconsciously clenched into a fist and consciously opened into a palm.

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

Angel twitched the corners of his lips and quickly pressed them down before the instructor noticed.

Stress makes people grow.

Danger is restrained.

Humans' instinct 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 eloquence, Dawn has automatically acted as their intelligence dealer.

Because he was born inside the facility and he was young, even the staff inside the school were quite at ease with Dawn, and sometimes this trust even exceeded the standard given to Locke and others.

Compared with Locke who came in from the outside, Dawn, who had no privacy and was fully monitored since he was a child, was naturally more worry-free.

But they often forget that the more dangerous people are, the more they need to be monitored, and no one will waste equipment resources on the hordes of walking dead in the edge galaxy.

Despite this, Dawn maintains a good relationship with each new trainee.

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

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

Where there is a hobby, there is demand, where there is demand, there is a market. Only when there is a market can this work chain be established.

This time, the two newcomers were paid for the entry-level fighting skills teaching of Lui and Angel, and the two of them were almost always able to get any turbulence that might make waves in this backwater at the first time.

Not long after Jessica gave her answer, Dawn took the initiative to come to the door in the activity class, and the sentence was:

"Ten days later, there will be a publicity event for people who have been discharged from the hospital to come back."

The author has something to say: Thank you:

Yue Qingzhu threw a mine

Drunk threw a mine.

If you don't remember what "don't stay" is, please go back to Chapter 13 for the answer.

By the way, Baidu told me that there is no such creature as the thorn flower, but there is indeed a flower language. But don't believe the flower language I wrote, adapted.

As for the poems that appear in it, I usually give the poet's name in the text. If it doesn't, it means that it was me... made up...

The first sentence of the poem that Angel recites later is from a popular science book called "Black Holes Don't Look Like What You See", and the latter is written by me based on my feelings. You can just read it.