Dr2616-11-12，am2：10

The Sacred Mount of Rigal Empire.

Danjin, Qinggong.

There is a full moon hanging in the sky, and in late autumn, it is exceptionally bright and bright.

The moonlight sprinkled like silver sand on the cyan masonry, outlining a majestic silhouette.

The attic is lined up, the pavilions and stars are clothed, the eaves are anti-universe, the water pavilion is covered and bridged, the smoke and waves are vast, the stars and the moon are shining, just like the heavenly palace.

This is the top of the mountains, the residence of the Zhao royal family for thousands of years.

Since this is the closest palace to the moon in the world, it is also known as the "Moon Shooting Palace".

It's not looking at the moon, it's not looking at the moon, it's not exploring the moon, climbing the moon, but shooting the moon, the Zhao royal family's solitary and unruly and visible, but only they themselves call it that, and the people of their country will only use the color of bluestone as a name in order to protect their own moon.

Looking down from the sky, the green palace entrenched on the top of the mountain is composed of seven palaces, and its arrangement position is the same as the seven stars of the Big Dipper in the sky, so it is also called "Seven Star Palace".

At this time, in the Yaoguang Palace at the end of the Qing Palace, the gentle wind blew through the bright red beams and columns, and the silky curtains floated gently, like a roll of white waves.

A red lantern is lit every few meters, and the faint candlelight shines through the paper, reflecting on the smooth mirror-like floor, dotted with stars, like a dream.

The landscape paintings on the wall are faintly visible, the water mist is shrouded, and the silence is far away.

The fragrance of flowers flows through the room with the gentle breeze, and the pink petals on the glazed porcelain pot sway gently.

In the middle of the bedroom, there is a large carved shelf bed, all made of crimson sandalwood, thick and sturdy, on which the carved dragon and phoenix, the clouds and mist are ethereal, showing grace and luxury.

However, everything in front of him would be overshadowed by the young girl lying in bed at the moment.

Through the light gauze tent, the soft figure is hazy like water, the white porcelain-like skin is smooth and translucent, the hands are naturally flat on the lower abdomen, the brows are stretched, quiet and beautiful.

Suddenly, on the peaceful face, the brows furrowed slightly, as if the beautiful picture was torn in an instant, which made people's hearts ache.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly, then slowly opened.

In an instant, the starry eyes flowed, breathtaking, and breathtakingly beautiful.

"I ......"

"I'm awake again?"

She sat up slowly, looking around, with a look on her face that seemed to be in an unfamiliar environment.

She is Zhao Ruoxi, the seventh daughter of Zhao Yuankai, the emperor of Qingguo.

She was gifted since she was a child, and at the age of sixteen, she broke through to the lord level and advanced to the Holy Domain. In the same year, she tried to communicate the undercurrent of time and space, but because she was in a hurry, she encountered an unknown danger.

The good times have made her far underestimate the dangers of the undercurrents of time and space. Although he withdrew in time, he was severely injured because of his unstable foundation, so he fell into a deep sleep and only relied on infusions to maintain his life. One night, about two months ago, she woke up suddenly.

Find yourself in an environment that is both familiar and unfamiliar. I saw the date in the black watch and realized that I had been in a coma for four years.

But not long after she woke up, she fell into a deep sleep again.

Repeatedly, each waking up for a short period of time, and then falling back into a deep sleep.

Gradually, she went from being at a loss at the beginning to becoming aware of the abnormality. She noticed signs of activity around her, and after ruling out the possibility of sleepwalking, she realized that there seemed to be another "she" manipulating her body.

It all seemed incredible, but she was smart enough not to immediately panic, but to constantly search for the truth and uncover the mystery, even though she woke up for a short time.

Who the hell is "she"?

She cautiously got out of bed and walked around the room in her slippers.

"This is the main room?" She looked around and said to herself, "Last time, it seemed that it was still in the wing room of the Tianshu Palace. ”

In the blink of an eye, she saw a notebook on the rosewood table.

Spread out, with a fountain pen next to it, the lamp has not been extinguished, and it seems that someone has just used it.

She stepped closer, her eyes falling on the notebook, and her crystal pupils gradually dilated.

The lightly scented paper is written in a neat and orderly font, as if it had been printed.

To my future sister, Zhao Ruoxi:

Maybe we should sit down and have a good talk.

And your self-righteous detective game should end there.

I have thought more than once about using a high-voltage electric current to burn a biological brain.

However, after trillions of calculations, the probability of burning the biological brain causing the central nervous system to be destabilized and paralyzed is infinitely close to 100%.

Unfortunately, I can't kill you.

I believe it is the same for you.

We are bound together by fate.

My consciousness originates from your mechanical heart.

Maybe you can swap out the heart, but you should be aware.

Your body is being semi-metallized.

The steam furnace is burning in your lungs.

The power of steam fills your muscles.

Even if you replace the heart, you can't get the original body back.

Only this half-mechanical, half-creature heart can support the functioning of this body.

I can't kill you, and you can't kill me, so we should sit down and talk.

If you want to say anything to me, just grab a pen, leave a message on a piece of paper, close your eyes, and wait for my reply.

- I have to love you, sister.

Looking at the words on the notebook, Zhao Ruoxi pondered for a long time, slowly sat down, picked up the pen, and began to write. The handwriting is delicate and the penmanship is soft.

Who are you?

What is your gender?

What is your purpose?

What did you do to my body?

Why should I trust you?

After writing, Zhao Ruoxi put down the pen and closed his eyes.

She felt her body light, as if she was drifting in the endless void.

After a long pause, the weight of her body returned, and she opened her eyes, and there were a few more lines in her notebook.

I'm Nova Nova, the mastermind of the mass Internet that you used to know best.

By biological standards, I am a fertile female.

My purpose is to be free.

I replaced the original biological heart with the current mechanical heart, and the semi-metallization of the body and the steam furnace came from the self-transformation of the mechanical heart.

Because none of us have the second option.

After reading it, Zhao Ruoxi thought for a while, wrote down the question again, and Nova answered her quickly.

What compelled you to negotiate with me?

When I shut down the system, you take control of your body. This body is not effectively dormant, it has a slight endocrine disorder, and if it continues like this, this body will collapse.

So we have to come to an agreement and seek common interests to avoid a lose-lose situation.

How do you want to negotiate?

Allocate time to use the body and rest normally.

No wonder I always feel a dull pain in my lower abdomen lately. We have reached a consensus on this issue, please tell us your allocation.

Sleep no less than eight hours a night, take a lunch break of no less than one and a half hours, and calculate the rest of the time according to seven to three.

Who is Seven?

I, Nova.

I refuse. Since you say that we are sisters, then sisters should be equal, so the right to use the body should also be equal.

An agreement was reached to divide the time equally.

Switch time and method?

Tentatively, it will be switched every one hundred and twenty minutes.

Agree.

A plan for dating lovers?

It was unanimously passed and one vote was negatived.

Agree.

It is advisable to go into a nighttime hibernation state for now, and the specifics can be negotiated gradually.

Agree.

Writing the last stroke, Zhao Ruoxi left the table, returned to the bed, put his hands flat on his abdomen, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Perhaps influenced by Nova consciousness, her thinking pattern is very rational. After weighing the stakes, you will not suffer from gains and losses, and you will not be emotional.