◇167◇ The most pitiful ones are really their own people
Fortunately, the place called the cradle was not very far away, and after a while, Leona cried out, "Ahhh
After shouting, she didn't forget to thank her, "Thank you, sir," she hastily thanked Gu Xiaoyan first.
Gu Xiaoyan didn't even have time to put out a fake smile, when she saw that she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Xiao Se, grabbed his two hands, and thanked him with emotion, "Thank you Xiao Se, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do?" ”
In the face of the young girl's great thanks, Xiao Se behaved calmly, "It's a gesture." When he speaks, he smiles with a Ser-like angel.
Seeing this, Gu Xiaoyan silently gave Xiao Se a thumbs up in his heart.
"Can we be friends?" Leona seemed reluctant to get to know Thyr.
Xiao Se immediately turned into a shock, and he turned his eyes for help to Gu Xiaoyan.
Gu Xiaoyan secretly rejuvenated her muscles, thinking that it was time for her to appear.
Leona then said something that couldn't be beaten, "Blonde hair and blue eyes, in Santia, this is a characteristic of the royal family." After saying that, she quickly let go of Xiao Se, ran a distance ahead, turned around, and threw out a silver fox with long silver hair, "Thank you~ There will be a period later." He waved his hand, turned and ran.
A windy woman.
Gu Xiaoyan finally gave her a very appropriate evaluation.
"Say, why do you have to take the risk of bringing her over?" Gu Xiaoyan asked Xiao Se.
Both of them are now unable to protect themselves, and if their deeds are revealed, they will only be caught.
Xiao Se didn't hesitate to take the risk to come over once, and he actually knew the road, which surprised Gu Xiaoyan, so she wanted an explanation.
When Leona walked away, she couldn't see the figure, Xiao Se explained, "The name Cradle, Sister Gu shouldn't be unfamiliar, right?"
Gu Xiaoyan thought about it, it was indeed quite familiar, but she didn't expect it, so she listened to Xiao Se continue, "That is the top secret of the entire Imperial Army. ”
"What do you think this house is for?"
Xiao Se's eyes darkened, "The base for making souls." ”
Looking at the palace-like appearance of the building group in front of him, Gu Xiaoyan couldn't help but recall the materials he had seen in the History Museum of Santia before.
God created the universe and gave power to one man, the King.
The king also gave some of his power to a group of people, known as nobles.
People above the nobility will own their own property - planets.
Depending on the status, each Imperial nobleman will have at least one to two or more planets.
And the nobles who rule over a side of the realm are collectively called lords.
The task of the lord is to provide the nobles and royalty with a constant supply of a concentrated essence of life, a technique that can only be mastered by those who are called 'doctors'.
With the help of the Doctors, the Lords will raise humans on the planet and make 'souls' from those lowly lifeforms.
The nobles regularly ingested the soul, and they could have incredible self-healing powers.
Therefore, the nobles are called undead.
Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoyan probably understood what Xiao Se meant.
He wanted to destroy this harmful workshop when he was leaving.
But will the plan be so smooth?
When the two of them sneaked into the cradle through the road map that Xiao Se got out of nowhere, Gu Xiaoyan had the idea of retreating.
The two of them are nesting in a vent at the moment, and they both say that the nobility is the most noble race in the whole universe, and eating, wearing, and using are all the best.
Although Gu Xiaoyan has also seen it, he really has nothing to say.
But the sanitation of this vent is also too poor, it is a top secret base, it is all dust, and it is not cleaned?
Seeing that the soldiers below are going to a wave, coming to a wave, there are more people trading than on Banner Star, are you sure that it is near the research institute?
Gu Xiaoyan rubbed and squeezed again, and finally held back a sneeze.
But---
Ah sneeze~~~
Xiao Se hit one.
Nima, the most pitiful ones are really their own people!
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