Chapter 64:

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Like something soft covering his body ... Something is flowing, brushing his skin ...
He opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurred to the extreme, and he could vaguely see someone in front of him, but something seemed to be flowing in front of him.
He reached out his hand subconsciously, the liquid in front of him waved, and his outstretched hand was blocked by a cold, hard, transparent thing ...
Exhaling, looking at the wavy liquid and the series of tiny air bubbles, he wondered why he was in the water ... and what was the hard and transparent thing blocking his hand ...
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[No problem, take ‘it’ away. 】
In the dense jungle, beside the lush bushes, he was lying on the ground, the muscles on his shoulders had been torn, and blood was dripping from his blood.
Dark hair stained with blood or sweat was stuck in front of him, and it was unclear whether sweat or blood had penetrated into his eyes, making his vision more blurred.
He lay on the ground, watching his blood spread from under him, staining his weakly hanging fingers on the ground.
In the vague sight, several people in familiar uniforms came to him, checked his breath, and took him away ...
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On the barren ground, on the white rocks, the fiery sun burned the stones.
He stepped on the hot stones, and his dry lips were already cracked.
He opened his mouth to breathe, only feeling the heat filling his lungs, and the hunger felt almost tore his entire body apart.
He moved forward, his pace was already rampant.
He couldn't remember stepping on several corpses.
In the scorching sun, he looked down at his hands, and on his dry fingers, the fresh blood dripped from his fingers drop by drop, as if he couldn't stop, it kept dropping.
In the quiet abandoned institute, the dark-haired young man leaning against the corner of the wall suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the lacquered black hair that slipped down, there were a pair of dark blue pupils that looked like a starry sky, but at this moment, those eyes oozed a chilling breath.
The man looked in front of him, but didn't look at anything, the kind of horrible breath that could not be expressed was like looking through the void in front of him, looking in a direction that did not exist.
Obviously it is a handsome face with snow-skinned eyes, but at this moment it exudes a dangerous and extreme atmosphere, which makes people dare not look at it.
He stared into the void with that terrible gaze for a while before closing his eyes slowly.
The sharp, dangerous sensation slowly dissipated from him.
He sat with his eyes closed on the cold metal wall, and for a long while there was no movement, as if he had fallen asleep again. It wasn't until the young child who was leaning against his chest moved uncomfortably that he opened his eyes again and looked down.
He was sitting against the wall, and Mute had slept asleep against the wall, but was taken into his arms after falling asleep.
At this point, as soon as he lowered his head, he could see the quiet sleeping face of the teenager he had embraced.
With a childish face leaning against his chest, the soft cheeks were pressed down, and the lacquered black hair was a little messy and scattered in the corners of the teenager's eyes.
The lips were slightly open, a touch of pink, exhaling gently.
His attention involuntarily fell on the slightly lip.
As the secret controller of the planet, those who were exiled to the planet were basically under his control. As long as the criminals don't do things that violate the rules of the planet, he will not intervene in what happens between them, he has no interest in that.
However, female criminals and even beautiful male criminals use their looks and bodies to exchange survival opportunities from time to time. In the monitor, he has seen more than one or two sexual acts in the wild. , This is also accustomed to.
He never felt the point of those people biting each other's lips.
He always felt that since human beings are independent individuals, there is no need to touch other people's bodies.
Just now ...
He raised his hand and gently pressed the sleeping teenager's lips with his fingertips.
Very soft.
he thinks.
It is a soft feeling different from the hair, and warm.
He thought about it, pressing his finger on his lips.
It didn't seem as soft or as warm as the child.
… I do n’t know if I really bite it down. How does it feel when different touches come together?
He was thinking this way, and suddenly felt that the person in his arms moved, and he looked down, and the boy who just leaned on his chest raised his head.
He's sleepy eyes, still a little confused, and matched his eyes, he grinned and smiled at him.
On that half of his cheek, there was a clear pressed impression. As he smiled, the impression changed and became more prominent.
The unconscious look, the deformed marks on his face, and the smile at his head so crooked at the moment are really cute and soft.
The sensation of feathers flowing gently across his heart made him unconsciously smile at the child.
He didn't even realize he was laughing.
It's completely unconscious, and naturally, a smile just for wanting to laugh.
"... Um ... If you continue to laugh like this, you will be worthless ..."
The boy stared at his face, wondering what he was mumbling about.
Suddenly, a strong buzz sounded in the quiet air.
The voice suddenly woken up Mute who was still awake and half asleep, and he quickly opened the communication channel of the metal ring on his wrist.
This time, the information ring didn't pop up the light curtain, only one voice came out.
"Hey-hey hey-little guy, can't you hear? You hear a squeak!"
The familiar shout of Red Hair Major came over.
"heard it."
Mute, who had been quite happy, answered angrily.
"Oh! It's a connection! The broken planet doesn't know what a strange magnetic field, the signals are distorted, it's so difficult to contact you, I've been tossing for an hour--"
There was a swearing statement from the Robin over there and he started to pour in.
"... If you don't know what to say, the signal will disappear again."
"Don't don't--BoSS is still with you?"
Robbin hurriedly said the business.
"Well, Major General is next to me."
"That's good, we have found the only abandoned city on the planet, and your signal seems to come from there. The landing ship will land in the widest open space in the ruins in an hour. You and BoSS is ready. "
"Got it."
Mute closed the communication channel and looked up to Major General Troll who was watching him.
"The person who picked us up will be here in no time. We have to go to the most spacious place in the ruins of this city."
The man looked at him, with slender danfeng eyes and finely painted lacquered black hairs scattered on the slightly curved eyelids.
Major General Troll didn't say anything, just murmured, stood up, held Mute's hand, and led Mute out of the underground research institute to the ruined city above the ground.
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The wind was still whistling above the ruins. After an hour and a half, the huge landing ship was long overdue, and landed slowly on the open ground with Mute's eyes.
Soon, the hatch opened, and the red-haired major jumped off the tall hatch first. After he jumped down, the floating ladder was set up. Several of his subordinates ran down quickly and saw Troll in front of him. He stood upright and put his fists firmly on his chest to salute the Major General.
Robbin saw BoSS looking for a long time in front of him. Although he was excited and dazzled, he restrained himself from doing the rude things that would be settled by BoSS after the fall.
But he was too excited, too excited, what should I do?
Then he had to find someone else to vent-so he turned his eyes to the little guy next to BoSS.
"Come here, little guy, let me pinch two, and dare to do something like elope with BoSS-don't you know how sad we, the abandoned people, will be?"
While he was thinking about it, he turned his hand towards Mute's head, thinking that he had to rub the little guy's hair into mess.
But before his hand hit Mute, he was snapped open with a hand stretched out next to him.
Slap away Robin's paw, Major General Troll raised his hand to protect Mute behind him. He stared at Robin, his gaze cold, revealing the obvious meaning of letting Robin withdraw and forbidding to approach Mute.
Robin's cold gaze could not help but stunned his hands and sighed.
"BoSS ... manliness is too narrow and easy to be dumped."
He said, noticing the strange look in his BoSS looking at himself, he looked at Mute and asked in amazement.
"BoSS really don't remember?"
"Yes, it seems that I only vaguely remember a little thing when I was young, and I forgot everything after entering the army."
"That's it ... forget it, BoSS is still alive. It's really hard for you to protect him during this time. It must not be easy."
"........."
Mute, who has been a protector for the past few days, feels he cannot answer this sentence.
So, he turned his head and turned to Major General Troll, who had been silently standing.
"Little Troll ... uh, Tran, go?"
The dark blue eyes reflected the young man's face, and the light from the sky made the shadow of the hair shake in the man's pupil.
He looked at Mute and murmured quietly.
Mute took a few steps forward, and when he turned around, he found that Major General Troll was still standing, just watching him with his eyes.
Mute thought about it, walked back, reached out to grab Troll's hand, and then took him forward again.
This time, Troll finally took off.
He shook Mute's hand, walked past the row of Imperial soldiers standing next to him, saluting him, and stepped onto the huge landing ship.
Soon, the floating ladder was folded up, and the cabin door was slowly closed.
With a bang, the gas from the landing ship made the ground dust.
In the rolling white fog and huge roar, the landing ship soared into the sky, flying towards the bright sky, leaving a white arc in the air.
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On the ground, the landing ship carried the memory-lost Major General Troll and left. It will pass through the planet ’s atmosphere and sail towards the [Ishtar] ship, which is parked in the universe and waiting for the owner to return go with.
Underneath the ground, hundreds of meters deep, a dark-haired man chained by silver chains sat quietly in the dungeon.
The icy metal prison was horribly quiet, only the slight sound of breathing slowly echoing in the silence that seemed to end.