Ovilia also suddenly came to her senses, she knocked on the door of her head angrily, and said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why did I suddenly forget this stubble!" ”

With a flick of her hand in the air, a small piece of metal on the hatch immediately detached and slowly fell into the air above her left hand, floating silently.

Immediately, he began to untie the wide clothes of the circles, and when he took off the clothes, he could still hear the squeaking sound, and several pieces of skin were torn off.

Round shoulders, snow-white and slender neck, collarbones like two small bowls, followed by a slightly undulating chest, flat lower abdomen. Wu Liao, who was halfway through it, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, although the girl in front of him was a robot, it really attracted him, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Well, Ovilia, I'll go out first!" Wu Liao said hello to Ovilia and quickly ran out of the door.

Ovilia looked at Wu Liao who rushed out of the door, shrugged her shoulders slightly, and shook her head incredulously: "Human beings are so strange. ”

It was only then that Ovilia realized the severity of the circle injury. There were pitch-black wounds all over the body, and these wounds were densely scattered on the body of the circle. There were two piercing wounds on the long and narrow ankles, the skin was long gone, and the metal keel inside was full of cracks, leaving only two tiny holes that reflected the light of the metal.

Ovilia struggled to regain her emotions, and she looked at the shocking wounds, which numbered hundreds. She crossed her hands tightly, then opened her arms suddenly.

The piece of metal that had been floating in the air suddenly scattered as Ovillia moved. The golden light shimmered like thousands of stars in the sky, flickering through the room like breathing, reflecting the night sky on Ovillia's silvery metal shell.

She gently brushed her hand over the bare skin, and this little bit of light was instantly absorbed. The moment it slid across her skin, it formed a line of its own according to the size of the wound and poured into the wound.

"Check the injuries." Ovilia muttered.

At night, Habitat 021 is not as brightly lit as expected, and the skyscrapers are only lit with pale green natural light. There are also far fewer pedestrians on the streets who used to be in a hurry or leisure, and occasionally you can see a few aircraft hurrying through the buildings.

Xiang Shan stood by the window in front of the office with his hands behind his back, looking at the city at night through the thick glass and mist.

"Captain, I still haven't found their whereabouts." Number Three hurriedly pushed the door open.

Xiang Shan nodded silently, and said without looking back: "Is there any new news from Erfa's side?" ”

Number Three walked up to Xiang Shan's side, stretched out a finger and lightly tapped it on the glass, and Elfa's familiar face was revealed.

The corners of his mouth composed of light points were slightly hooked: "Xiangshan, what are you asking me to do so late." ”

Xiang Shan wrinkled his nose and glanced at him angrily: "Do you think you are human, do you still need to rest?" ”

Elfa on the screen raised his eyebrows, revealing a helpless expression: "You kid is not big or small, remember when you were a child, how obedient you were, why are you now two sentences against me in three days, is your kid itchy skin, do you want me to loosen it for you?" ”

Xiang Shan clenched his fists fiercely, and the green tendons on the back of his hand all rose, and he slammed into the glass with a buzzing sound.

"Elfa, don't get in the way of me, tell me what's going on in Sky City!"

The face of the dots of light was silent, his brow furrowed, and he did not speak for a long time.

Xiang Shan stared at Elfa with two eyes, thinking in his heart that he really knew these things, so why did he never mention them to me?

"Elfa, how long have they been here!" Xiang Shan said fiercely.

On the screen, its lips were slightly open, and finally it still talked about the secret of more than ten years ago.

"Here it is." Huanhuan said, pointing to a small, inconspicuous door.

The wound on her cheek hadn't fully healed, and the burnt skin was still there.

"Sister Quanquan, can your injuries be healed here?" Ovilia looked at the low building, the rusty door in her voice full of incredulity. Although he healed the wound of the circle, the skin material wrapped in the outer layer could not be repaired at all.

Circle turned around and chuckled, "Yes, that's where I grew up." ”

"Who?" The old voice creaked through the dilapidated door, and the pale yellow light shone through the oil-stained glass on the circled faces.

Huanhuan's eyes were suddenly a little moist, his two hands nervously rubbed the corners of his clothes, and his mouth opened slightly a few times.

"Uncle Chris, it's me." Huanhuan hung his head, and his words were full of longing.

The sound of crutches clattering on the ground was getting closer and closer, and the door was slammed open, and an old man with a pale face stood in the doorway and watched quietly.

"Circles? Is that you? The old man took an anxious step forward, his hand rubbing lightly over the circled face, sliding over the broken skin and touching the familiar metal keel.

"It's me. We finally met again. Circle choked and said, pounced on the old man, hugged the old man in front of him tightly, his head quietly pressed against the old man's broad chest, and sniffed a familiar smell.

"Sit down, boy, what do you want to drink?" The old man was hunched over in the kitchen.

"It's good to be white, grandpa, don't be busy, I'll come!" Wu Liao also hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, took the tray in the old man's hand, supported the old man with one hand, and sat down next to the old fireplace with a faint fire.

Wu Liao, who took a sip of water, began to look at the room.

The room looked shabby, the white walls were scorched by years of smoke, and a few cobwebs hung from the corner of the ceiling. The whole living room only has a dilapidated wooden table, three or four old sofas, which look very carefully maintained, and the red skin is rubbed and polished.

The old man sat next to the small fireplace, although it was only early autumn, but the old man still lit a few pieces of fragrant wood, held a cup of steaming black tea, and looked at the circle, his eyes were full of gentle light.

"Quanquan, how are you doing all these years?" The old man was the first to speak, he gently put the teacup on the coffee table beside him, and the old man's voice was full of infinite tenderness.

Huanhuan sat on the armrest of his chair handle, quietly hugging the old man, like a long-lost father and daughter.

The warm light shone on their faces, and the fireplace made the sound of crackling wood.