688 Best Interstellar Options (11)

Twenty-nine eyes flashed faintly blue, and the vibrations in the air were transmitted to the opposite side along with powerful mental power. On the surface, he still followed the girl leading the way obediently.

People passing by were unaware.

He blinked and his eyes unconsciously slid to the side of the other person's neck half covered by his long, silky hair.

Forest Park is not what Suna imagined. In this era, most natural vegetation is on the verge of extinction. What is said to be a park is actually more like a museum.

In my impression, all kinds of familiar plants are protected and people can only watch them through the barrier.

The road is quite wide. Flying pigeons that have long been accustomed to crowds stopped in the center of the square to peck at small pieces of bread. There were also people walking dogs and feeding stray cats in the crisscrossing paths.

"Niao Ling, look over there." Suna gestured to the young man to raise his eyes from a distance of half a meter.

There was a white-haired old man standing in the open space, calmly exercising to the soothing music, and slowly swinging his martial arts fists.

Suna then sighed: "Sure enough, you can't be lazy at any age, otherwise your body will easily collapse."

While chatting casually, they saw the old man punching the air with his fist, and the condensed mental power broke the balloon on the ground through the air. Finally, the other party seemed to glance at her.

Suna: "..." Be careful with your words and actions. Be careful with your words and deeds.

Forget that my mental strength is not yet at the average level.

The girl's stunned expression disappeared momentarily. The emotionless reformer next to her just stared at her quietly with his dark eyes, and his lips seemed to be curled up.

Suna coughed lightly, and then he saw a vendor selling millet popcorn in the other direction, so he naturally changed the topic: "I'll go over there and queue up to buy millet popcorn."

It wasn't until her figure stopped not far away that Twenty-One looked away, lowered his eyelashes, and his faint eyes returned to dimness, now more like an ordinary robot.

Of course, not having any popularity is his most normal state.

The visitor's footsteps were getting closer and closer, but the transformed person didn't move at all, and didn't even need to blink.

"You've noticed me a long time ago, right?" The young man gradually approached and stood at a suitable position.

The voice is as clear as warm white water. What was more attractive than his voice was his extremely outstanding appearance.

Under the spotlight, people saw the young general walking up to the ordinary reformer and saying something. The suitably cut military uniform brought out the man's perfect body. His temperament was not highly aggressive, but rather elegant.

Under the afternoon sun, beautiful amber-like pupils were exposed under the soft and thick eyelashes, and the delicate facial contour showed a sense of fragmentation that was completely different from the people around him.

No words are as good as seeing them with your own eyes.

Ji Lin said softly and nonchalantly: "When you released it at the door just now, I knew that your mental power was very strong."

Even though the soulless boy in front of him had no memory, Ji Lin still noticed him and just recounted the facts plainly.

The federal headquarters has been focusing on the military transformation plan recently, and the number "first generation" is not unfamiliar to him, it is the test subject that determines success or failure.

Ji Lin has the obligation to protect the safety of those around him. After all, no one is sure whether this emotionless machine will suddenly lose control.

"It's too dangerous to leave you here. Come with me and go back to where you came from."

Ji Lin's tone was calm, and he invited the other party politely and distantly. Apparently enough is known about this modified man.

"I remembered! It's really Admiral Ji Lin!" A cry of surprise came from the crowd, and it was not difficult to hear the suppressed excitement of the owner of the voice.