The only mechanical wristband he could use as a weapon fell off and smashed to the ground as if it had been artificially peeled off, but he could clearly see a shadow like a black mist entangled around his arm, revealing the outline of a pair of hands, covering his hands firmly with ten fingers intertwined.

At this time, it was obvious that he was also a four-dimensional creature, a mysterious and dangerous extraterrestrial visitor. It must be the same "person" who attacked him a few times ago!

He instinctively opened his mouth to call for help, but as in his previous experience, he couldn't make any sound, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he could only let out a low babbling hiss. Then the wriggling sound of mollusks, which had caused him a psychological shadow, sounded close behind him.

The indescribable fear pierced the marrow like a filament, spreading pervasively into the limbs. Helo's afterglow swept downward......... The zipper of the isolation gown he was wearing was unzipped.

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Feeling that the manic and distorted power in his body was rapidly receding, Sayero reluctantly let go of the frightened youth in his arms, reached out in the black mist to wipe away the tears on the other party's face, and couldn't help but suck and bite his wet earlobe, and there was a trace of sinful sweetness in his heart.

Helo leaned against the wall with a limp, feeling a tingling sensation in his earlobes in his dizziness, and before he could recover from the panic, his retina was suddenly occupied by a blinding light.

He covered his face with the back of his hand, blinked a few times to adjust to the light, and the light seemed to flicker a few times due to the unstable voltage, and returned to normal.

There was nothing around him, and the warship was silent again, and only the lingering bad touch on him proved that the qiē just now was not a hallucination.

Without caring about wiping away the sticky sweat on his body, he pulled the zipper of the isolation suit all the way to his neck, trying to dispel the feeling of being violated just now, but to no avail. The places on the body that have been "touched" seem to be burning hotly, and there is that kiss.

It was like a kiss with a strong lust.

Helo frowned and stroked his red and swollen lips, his fingertips stained with a little blood, and then touched his earlobe, where there was still electricity, and the touch made him want to.

Except for Sayara, no one else's touch would have caused his body to react this way. This shame... This intense shame was as overwhelming as a sexual addiction, and he held his arms helplessly and took a deep breath, even the tips of his fingers were shaking, and the whole person was like a glass about to break.

"Hmm... It hurts ......."

Ando, half-dead, squirmed on the ground like mud and let out a muffled grunt.

At this time, Helo was a little glad that Ando didn't wake up in time.

Herro hurriedly dragged the guy lying on the ground up, carried him to the medical quarters, threw Ando to Langdon, and hurriedly found the spare medical pod and lay down. Before turning the glass into opaque blackout mode, he didn't forget to glance at the figure in the medical cabin in the isolation room.

Sayaro floated quietly in the nutrient solution, the restraint straps still intact around his hands and feet, and only he knew that his hair could flow freely, like a mass of seaweed around his body, forming a mottled shadow, looming through the outline of his handsome face, like the corpse of a dead kraken.

He closed his eyes uneasily in the pouring darkness, not noticing that the man's fingers were open, as if he were catching something in an empty liquid, in an illusory dream.