Chapter 59:

The current situation makes teenagers extremely aggressive.
Somehow was attacked without knowing where it came from, and somehow was abducted into a spaceship, not sure where it was transported.
The two who had stolen them somehow were stunned by Sonic Attack again, and the inexplicable spacecraft jumped to a planet that did not know where it was.
Then, they fell to this unknown planet, and the distress signal could not be sent.
What's more, the person who was supposed to be most dependent on was actually amnesiac.
Well, amnesia is amnesia, and this setting is not unacceptable.
But the point is that you have amnesia and amnesia, but what happened when you changed the whole person who was pretending to be cold?
Mute looked complexly at the man who was almost personal.
The young man who has lost his memory and has forgotten his name still sits quietly under the tree at this moment, picking up his fine black hair with a warm breeze.
His eyes were looking ahead, and the whole man was silent.
Seems to be as talkative as before, but Mute knows that the difference is too obvious. In the past, the major general ’s quietness was the kind of indifferent quietness. Others stood there and did n’t speak. , Giving people a feeling of being too cold to approach.
And now this person's quiet ...
Well, how do you say, this man sat quietly because Mute told him a while ago that he should stay there and don't walk around, he sat quietly, obediently obedient.
He didn't exude a sharp sense of inaccessibility, but gave people a feeling of being non-existent ... as if they would disappear at any time. His eyes looked a little blank and empty, as if he couldn't confirm his own contradiction.
I've been sitting still, so obedient ...
Mute couldn't help but grumble in her heart and walked over.
Sitting under the tree with empty eyes staring at the man in front of him seemed to immediately hear the footsteps of Mute walking over, turning his head, the bewildering eyes lightened slightly when he saw Mute.
He didn't move, still sitting quietly, just watching Mute coming over with his eyes.
Mute handed him a humble cup woven from large leaves in his hand.
"Drink some water first."
Troll watched Mute stretch out her hands holding the water-filled leaves, but didn't reach out to pick them up.
He came straight up, bowed his head, and just drank the water in Mute's hand, and the soft and delicate lacquered black hair scattered with his head down on Mute's wrist, cool, slippery, like silk general.
Mute looked at him after drinking water, looked up at himself, and a drop of water dripped from the corners of the pale lips. The blue pupils reflected the sun like glowing gems.
He looked at him deeply, intently, as if he could only hold him in his eyes.
There was a feeling of hunger in the abdomen, which was unbearable. Mute looked at the pit in the distance, and the rescue capsule was at the bottom of the pit. But he knew that the emergency water and food in the rescue capsule were gone. .
So he just went out carefully and found a little water.
"Are you hungry?"
He asked softly.
The deep blue eyes looked at him, and Troll looked at him for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Mute now almost understands the character of the major general after losing his memory. He still doesn't talk much, but he is very obedient and very obedient. I do n’t know if it was his first person after the memory loss. He trusted so much that he almost did what he said.
Nothing seems to attract the interest of this major general now. Even if he contacted his subordinates, Robin did not respond to their names. They would just sit quietly on the grass, staring at the void in front of the grass or the grass.
However, as soon as he spoke, Troll would look at him, and only with his words and actions would Troll react.
If he didn't talk to him, Troll would be so dazed.
"Then you stay here, I'll be back in a while ... well, this time may take longer."
Mute said, then stood up and turned to go and look for another.
When he went out looking for water just now, he looked around and didn't see any fruit. If he wanted to find food, he might have to go further.
But as soon as he got up, his sleeves were tugged.
Troll sat on the ground and looked up at him, one hand stretched out, grabbing his sleeve, and staring at him with clear blue eyes.
...... Why is there a feeling that the large-sized dogs who have their own homes are holding their trousers before going out?
Mute shook his head vigorously to shake this weird thought in his head.
"I'll be right back."
He said, then raised his hand and tried to tear off the man's hand holding his sleeve, but to no avail, Troll loosened his sleeve, but grasped his wrist forcefully, his eyes still remained the same Watching him without blinking.
The teenager sighed and compromised.
"You go with me?"
he asks.
The man holding his wrists looked up at him, smiled at him, and blinked his eyes for a moment.
Yes, again.
In less than half a day of work, this major general who has been paralyzed has smiled at him several times, although the smile is very light and shallow.
It is undeniable that when this handsome face like a fairy elf laughs, it is simply the greatest enjoyment on the visual senses, but every time Mute sees the major general laughing, he feels a visual thrill and a thrill.
If it must be described in one sentence, it is painful and happy.
Mute walked out along the road just out to find water.
"dagger."
He said that as soon as he reached out, the silver-blue metal bracelet on his right hand instantly turned into a thin dagger as thin as a piece of paper with his voice.
This was discovered by him not long ago, because the bushes and vines around it were too lush and entangled, and they couldn't find a way to go.
He couldn't help but say to himself, if there is a laser sword, it wo n’t work. Short swords and table knives will do. As soon as he speaks, the metal ring on his wrist will light up and become A silver-blue dagger.
Although this dagger is as thin as a piece of paper, it is extremely sharp, and Mute can easily cut the bushes blocking the road with it.
He walked ahead, and Troll followed him quietly.
Soon, the two returned to where Mute had just fetched water, and Mute knelt down beside the little stream and drank some water, barely stopping the hunger in her belly.
He glanced up at Troll, who stood quietly beside him, staring at the stream under his feet, his expression grim.
Mute took a deep breath and stood up.
Although I don't know what happened, as far as the current situation is concerned, the only person who can protect the Major General is him, and he must find a way to reach Robin until they contact them.
In such a dense forest, the plants are so dense that there must be animals.
If small animals can be caught ... well, he has never hunted before. Most of the wild animals of his time were rare animals, and the killing of wild animals was subject to extremely severe punishment.
It feels more reliable to find the fruits of plants to satisfy the hunger ... but after a long walk, although there are lush everywhere, so far no fruit-bearing trees have been seen.
Speaking of which, this forest feels a bit like the earth ...
There was a rustling noise in front of it, as if something was rubbing fiercely.
As soon as Mute looked up, she was dumbfounded.
I saw across the stream, a neat line of trees approached him in the direction-yes, it was the tree, moving the roots of the five branches below, like people walking rustling , One after the other.
Those two are taller than the surrounding giant giant trees, like small trees like seedlings, walking in a line at a brisk pace, watched by the stunned Mute, and walked to the stream one by one, Pushing the roots of a tree into a stream is like drinking water from a human.
After the roots of the tree turned dark brown and they were saturated with water, the small trees were still lined up in a neat line, and they staggered away, as if they had not seen the two humans across the stream.
... withdrawing the foreword.
It's nothing like the earth!
Mutter, who was almost chin-stricken, turned to look at Troll, but Troll still looked at the stream as if he was just asleep, as if he was not interested in the row of trees that could walk freely.
That group of trees were small trees compared to the surrounding giant trees, but they were heavyweight compared to the low bushes. They walked all the way to squash the dense shrubs, and stepped on an obvious path on the ground.
Mute watched the trail pressed out by the moving trees, and his heart moved.
"Let's keep up."
He said to Troll, and then stepped directly into the shallow stream, but the stream did not reach his knees, nor was it a few meters wide. He ran over in a few steps, and quickly chased down the pressed path. Go up.
The moving trees looked clumsy, but in fact they were not slow at all, and Mutter chased quickly for a while before finally seeing the tree at the tail.
He just took a breath and suddenly was surprised to see a figure rushing forward from the side, holding a thing like a long knife in his hand and chopping it heavily on a root of the last tree.
Almost subconsciously, Mute turned to one side and hid behind a tree trunk, and reached out to drag Troll, who was following him.
A section of dark brown tree roots sprayed transparent juice, then rolled down on the mud ground and was picked up by that person, but the tree that had broken a root did not seem to notice it at all, limping The ground continued to follow the team quickly, and soon disappeared into Mute's sight.
Mute watched the person picking up the roots of the tree, rubbing the dirt on the roots of the tree, and biting it down. The juice splashed out of the corner of his mouth. After a few bites, he was probably full, and the remaining half of the tree The root was carefully wrapped around the man's back.
"Hidden stuff over there, get out."
Is the empire language.
Mute thought to himself that there was a bad hunch.
"Hide here and don't move."
He lowered his voice to Troll, then turned around and walked out alone.
Where the man stood was a rare vacant lot in a dense forest. The sun fell from above, and some of Mute walked over to see what the man looked like.
He stumbled for a moment, and the man speaking the standard imperial vocabulary looked like a savage.
One was messy, and the eyebrows and beards were a piece of fur. There was a terrible scar on his face, which stretched from his forehead to his chin, looking like it was caught by the beast's claws. The man was dressed like beast fur, tied with arabesques around his waist, and extremely rough. At first glance, he looked like a primitive man or a wild man, but the sharp long sword made of alloy in his hand was also skilled. The imperial vocabulary, however, indicates that the man came from a civilized society.
"Well, the new guy who was just dropped on this planet?"
The man grinned, and the scar that spread from his forehead across his left cheek to his jaw became even more emaciated.
He looked at the thin, non-threatening teenager who was a little relaxed to his eyes, but the vigilant look of his eyes relaxed a little, but after a short time on this dangerous planet, he still instinctively tightened his muscles. Like a ready-to-beast.
"Give up all your supplies and I will let you die without pain."
He said that the brutal glances that had almost beastified glanced at each other.
He saw the young man holding the dagger's finger, white and delicate, obviously a hand with few weapons.
"why?"
Mute tried to calm herself.
"Why should I give you my things?"
The man whispered lowly.
"Looking at you like this, even if you haven't met me, you can't live on this planet for a few days."
"Where is this planet?"
"I don't have time to talk to you!"
The man was impatient, and slashed directly at Mute.
Mute raised his dagger almost instinctively.
With a click, the alloy long knife in the man's hand was split in half by the dagger in the boy's hand, half of the blade flew out and stuck to the ground.
For a moment, the man stared at the thin paper dagger in Mute's hand, his eyes glowing with hot flames.
On this planet with only dangerous plants and beasts, a good weapon from a civilized society is extremely rare. The alloy blade in his hand was killed when he killed more than a dozen people.
I don't know why, there is an extremely weird magnetic field on this planet, and any thermal weapon will be scrapped because of the influence of that strange magnetic field.
An iron-sharpened dagger can greatly improve his survival rate in this crisis-ridden place.
The man slashed again, and Mute instinctively blocked it with a dagger. But as soon as he waved his dagger, the man dropped the half-knife, drew shortly, rushed into Mute's arms, and hit his elbows on Mute's belly.
The severe pain made Mute's eyes dark, his hands involuntarily released, and the falling dagger was caught by the man.
The man looked down and looked down at the teenager who was lying on the ground with his belly covered, with a mockery on his face.
"Where are you asking?" He said with a sullen smile, "'Sinner's Paradise', where the guilty imperial prisoners are exiled ... haha ​​... paradise ... ... this is not your little master A place to play! "
He said that the dagger in his hand stabbed heavily.
Suddenly a stone came over from the side and hit him the man's wrist. The man's hand was crooked and wiped from Mute's face.
The man looked up violently, and at a glance he saw a young man with a very good-looking face standing not far from looking at him. He was very tall, but he didn't look very strong and thin.
Although the other person seemed to be a young man whom he would call "Little White Face", there should be no threats, but the sense of crisis that he had survived on this dangerous planet has suddenly shocked him.
He subconsciously drew the dagger over the young man's head, and watched alertly at the dark-haired young man standing not far away.
The man opened his mouth and yelled at the man, but he didn't have time to make a sound when he just opened his lips, and suddenly he made a sound. The entire dense forest seemed to burst in an instant, and those hidden in the heavy canopy could not be seen. The shadow birds scattered like a frying pan.
All kinds of strange birds fluttered in panic, and a great sense of panic spread among them. No one knew what they were afraid of. Mute lay on the ground and looked at the sky, and even saw one of them. There are two birds that can be called huge giants. They have sharp beaks and claws, and open thin bat-like wings. They are sky overlords at first glance, but even this sky overlord is at this moment. It fluttered in panic and desperately flew to the distance.
A swift whistle, a dark purple vine shot from the jungle, as if it had vitality to catch up with the giant bird, and entangled the huge body, the huge strange bird issued a scream of screaming, Desperately flapping his wings, he used his sharp mouth to peck the rattan wrapped around him, but was dragged down by the vine the next second.
Not only it, but other large birds are also entangled in countless rattan, and dragged from the sky.
"I fuck! Gong Huawang!"
The extreme fear made the man's face pale instantly, and even his lips became blue.
At this moment, he could no longer care about the young man under his feet and the dark-haired young man who was not far away from him, turned around, and quickly ran into the bushes to escape.
But it didn't take him a few seconds to get into the bushes. A thick purple vine with a thick arm flew over and suddenly got into the bushes.
The next moment, the fleeing man screamed and was dragged back from the bush by the thick vine, the sharp bush pierced him with blood.
He desperately chopped the rattan with his dagger. The sharp dagger cut one and cut one, but this seemed to irritate the vine more, it wriggled more quickly, and the dark purple mucus secreted by it was corroded The fall of the man's skin made the man scream even harder, and more and more rattan tentacles flew over and entangled the man's arm with a dagger, or even scratched the man's right hand bone, Let the dagger fall to the ground at once.
Mute sat on the ground, watching as the man was dragged back by the rattan tentacles, passing by him, and he heard the scream of desperation and despair of the man behind him.
He didn't know what horrible things were behind him, but he didn't think he could turn around at this time. He instinctively got up and wanted to run towards Troll, but he had just got up, and some blue-purple rattan tentacles stabbed him. He flew over from behind him, wrapped around his ankles and arms, and a thick, tightly wrapped around his waist, suddenly dragged him into the air.
The creeping tentacles creeping around him secreted a deep purple corrosive mucus. Fortunately, the military uniform he wore was made of special resistant cloth, which greatly slowed down the corrosive effect of mucus.
The young man struggled a bit, but he was entangled in the air by the vines, and his feet were left empty, and he couldn't make any effort, not to mention that even the giant weird bird just couldn't break the vines, let alone him. I have strength.
He was entangled in the air, and he watched the screaming man entangled with arabesques, hanging in the air and sending it in one direction.
Mute's breath suffocated.
It was a huge purple-red huge flower with a small battleship, and the petals spread out like a thick red tongue, all densely covered with yellow and black pits-carefully. At first glance, the so-called pits were a pair of yellow-black sharp teeth, and they were opened and closed as the fat red tongue wriggled.
Numerous dark purple or purple-green vines entangled around that carnivorous flower, scattered away, catching the living creatures who were panicking and trying to escape.
The man entangled by the arabesques was thrown into the bright red dazzling thick flower tongue, and the huge bright red petals gathered and wrapped him, and the countless sharp teeth on the petals snapped wildly.
In the man's screams, blood splattered, and the fat flower tongue became reddish.
The teenager watched the man open and bite into a bone, and then the bone was wrapped in corrosive mucus.
Mute became cold all of a sudden.
He gritted his teeth, but was unable to control his rattle with a trembling sound of extreme fear between his teeth.
The blood on his face faded, and the pale boy turned his head stiffly, looking at the man standing in the distance.
There is still time.
He thought, and then yelled pale.
"go--"
He already felt the vine that had entangled himself moved, moving himself in the direction of the giant weird flower.
He knew that waiting for him was the same end as that man.
But the major general was still standing there. He knew that it was because he told the man not to stand still, so he now used all his strength to scream at the man standing there watching him. .
"Go! Get out of here! Come on—"
A huge shadow came over him, and he saw the huge bright red plump flower tongue, and even the countless dense teeth of the flower tongue.
The rotting stench smelled, and he saw the white bones buried beneath the tongues too late to corrode.
He turned his head stiffly and took a final look in that direction, trying to see if the person had left.
The black major who had been standing there finally moved.
However, it was not the direction of escape, he rushed towards the huge carnivorous flower.
Probably aware of the danger, the strange flower stopped trying to devour new prey, and turned its attention to that person. Countless vines shoot out like vital tentacles, and want to run through that person's body in the direction of that person.
The dark-haired man who rushed over at a blazing speed easily avoided it. During the running, his right hand was stretched out, and the metal ring on his right wrist instantly became a paper-thin dagger.
When another vine came, the black-haired man waved and chopped off several vines at will.
He made a leap and jumped directly onto a thick vine, and quickly stepped on the rattan under his foot and ran towards the strange flower.
The vine was rolled and rolled back, trying to entangle the prey that was stepping on it, but before it rolled up, the prey leaped again, jumped onto another vine, and cut it again with a raised hand. A few sharp rattan piercings came through.
The man jumped on the dazzling rattan with extremely agile movements. The wind-like speed made countless flickering rattans not touch him at all.
The vines wrapped around the huge weird flowers had shot out, desperately trying to pierce the prey that jumped agilely towards it on its tentacles, but that prey was always easy Find out the gap between the rattan, avoid its attack, and even let it attack the vines that they used to entangle themselves.
Leaning forward again to a tall vine, which was very close to Mute suspended in midair.
Mute looked at the man who had rushed here in a few breaths, and his head was a little stunned for a while.
The man crouched on his knees and crouched on the creeping rattan, and once again waved off a few stinging vines.
He saw the man turn his head and gave him a smile.
Then he saw the man jump down from the tall vines--
Below is the thick flower tongue wrapped with white bones--
The juvenile shrunk pupil reflected the figure of the person wrapped in countless bright red petals who jumped down, watching the countless sharp teeth bite-
With a bang, the weird giant flower that suddenly and violently writhed and collapsed after struggling for ten seconds, the numerous thick petals that were wrapped were also weakly scattered, and the remaining vines collapsed in exhaustion On the ground.
As soon as the petals spread out, Troll, which was wrapped in the petals, was exposed again. The stalk became longer and the sharp blade that penetrated the core lighted up, and returned to the metal ring around the major general's wrist.
As soon as he emerged from the huge petals, he turned his head, took a few quick steps, stretched out his hand, and caught the boy who had fallen from the air because of the shrinking vines.
He put Mute down and looked at Mute from beginning to end, as if confirming that Mute was not injured.
Then he turned around and seemed to want to walk towards the paralyzed strange flower again.
But just one side, someone reached out and grabbed him.
The teenager dragged the corner of his waist, his fingers paled slightly due to excessive force, and his fingertips were still shaking slightly.
Those dark eyes looked at him with a trace of shallow water mist,
He froze, then, the next second, his eyes softened to the extreme.
"Not afraid."
Lift your finger and wipe away the traces of light green rattan juice splashed on the teenager's face not long ago.
The man said softly, "I'm here."
The blue pupils looking at the boy were full of tenderness at this moment.
He said, "With me, I can't hurt you."