...Lingchan sent Shenzi to his own escape boat.
In a holy white cabin, Shenzi opened the double-sided view. Through the transparent glass, Lingchan could see Shenzi sitting in a wheelchair.
She waved and smiled at him, then turned and boarded Roy's escape boat.
The cabin was a large area of silvery white. Lingchan went to the control room at the bow of the ship first. She saw high-tech metal buttons and control keypads, and Lingchan didn't recognize any of them.
Fortunately, she didn't have to pilot the escape pod herself.
"Welcome, Miss Lingchan." The voice of the ship's AI was elegant and familiar. "The escape cabin is being activated - the destination has been designated and cannot be changed, and the route is being established -"
"It is detected that the passenger on the ship does not have a starship pilot's license. Turn on the autopilot mode and prepare to set off."
Lingchan looked up and saw the open door of the ship. Outside the door was the vast starry sky.
She was about to leave this ship controlled by interstellar pirates.
Lingchan breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and looked at the other spaceship that was racing alongside her. Shenzi was still watching her silently.
Lingchan made a smile, as if greeting someone, but suddenly the back of her head hurt.
Someone knocked her on the back of the head, stretched out his hand to hold her head, and laughed lazily, "Did you miss me?"
The sound was beautiful and melodious, causing Lingchan's ears to tingle.
An old acquaintance, Lou Yunting.
Lingchan froze, still looking at Shenzi, but her eyes were filled with water.
Across the vast starry sky, she seemed to see the Son of God not far away frowning slightly, turning his head and saying something, and then his spacecraft suddenly accelerated and disappeared without a trace.
he left.
"He won't come to save you."
Lou Yunting bent down and rested his head on Lingchan's shoulder, feeling itching in his hair.
Lingchan reached out and pushed his head, quite annoyed.
"Okay," Lou Yunting sighed and said with regret, "It seems that you don't miss me... but I miss you very much."
His voice suddenly turned cold, tinged with frost and snow, "What did you do to me?"
Lou Yunting has never had such a subtle feeling since he was a child.
Like a wisp of warm spring breeze, it gently touched his body that was on the verge of collapse. It didn't hurt at all, but was quite gentle. It was like returning to his mother's hotbed, repairing his rapidly changing genes... Lou Yunting went back to check that day. After that, his genetic alienation index has indeed dropped!
There was no medicine, no injection of reagents, and no machine treatment. Just a short period of contact, and his symptoms of genetic collapse were inexplicably relieved. This was unheard of in the entire galaxy.
Lou Yunting didn't believe that pie would fall from the sky for no reason, but falling into a trap would be more or less the same.
After he separated from Lingchan, he recalled the feeling at that moment every moment.
During every busy moment of hijacking ships and arresting people, he thought of Lingchan repeatedly.
Her warm and fragile skin, her beating blood vessels, her vigorous vitality.
It feels like an addiction.
He approached Lingchan and asked coldly: "What is your purpose?"
The metallic light in front of Lingchan could detect people. It vaguely reflected the faces of Lingchan and Lou Yunting. One had a lazy smile, and the other had an expressionless face.
"What purpose can I have?" Lingchan said with a smile, "I just want to survive."
She was pressed by Lou Yunting
There was no medicine, no injection of reagents, and no machine treatment. Just a short period of contact, and his symptoms of genetic collapse were inexplicably relieved. This was unheard of in the entire galaxy.
Lou Yunting didn't believe that pie would fall from the sky for no reason, but falling into a trap would be more or less the same.
After he separated from Lingchan, he recalled the feeling at that moment every moment.
During every busy moment of hijacking ships and arresting people, he thought of Lingchan repeatedly.
Her warm and fragile skin, her beating blood vessels, her vigorous vitality.
It feels like an addiction.
He approached Lingchan and asked coldly: "What is your purpose?"
The metallic light in front of Lingchan could detect people. It vaguely reflected the faces of Lingchan and Lou Yunting. One had a lazy smile, and the other had an expressionless face.
"What purpose can I have?" Lingchan said with a smile, "I just want to survive."
She was pressed by Lou Yunting
(End of chapter)
