A woman's face is an irresistible weapon in this world. Little by little, Gugia began to have feelings for Qigu. What hasn't he seen in this galaxy? The remote on the A star is a thousand times and ten thousand times better than Qigu. At least there is nothing to say about the proportions of the human body and the symmetry of the muscles. Qigu is dwarfed, she is not tall, and she is even a little fat. It gives people a "generous" feeling. It's just that she is very good at dressing up, and she is born with a strange fragrance mixed with herbs and flowers. He is always surrounded by small animals. All the creatures of the Mayan Valley give the valley a fascinating power. It was as if it was natural to approach her.

The embroidery surrounds Gugia all the time, and it doesn't leave a single step. Finally, Gugia found an opportunity for Xiuxiu to let her guard down: she seemed to have eaten something wrong and kept going to the toilet. In fact, when Xiuxiu went to the toilet, he also had to be accompanied by Gugia. She was a little embarrassed to go back and forth so many times that time.

Gugia took the opportunity to hide in the Golden Tower.

He liked the illusion-filled geometric walkways inside the Golden Pagoda, like a labyrinth. But it's much more clever than a labyrinth, it's not a man-made obstruction. It's the kind of person who goes on and on, without any hindrance, only to find that it's going in circles all day. It's like a condensed little universe: full of delusions, and the stars choose to believe what they want to believe.

However, where can these little tricks stop Gugia? He could see through its logical structure at a glance. He slowly paced to the center, and under the spire, he looked leisurely like a great old man. He sat cross-legged. Unexpectedly, the energy of the cosmic rays received here is at an exponential level elsewhere. A shallow golden light streamed down from the spire to the top of his head. Gugia's hands folded in front of her knees. When you do this, you can receive energy.

Suddenly, he saw Mu in front of him again. I tried to stop him from absorbing the rays. The fierce and vicious look. Cursing him all the time. "How can you fall in love with someone else?" "Who am I in love with?" "Do you still need me to say it?" Mu's white clothes swayed irregularly in the turbulent winds of the universe, and she used to like to wear tight-fitting white clothes. Now she likes to wear loose clothes, on the flying star, sometimes the wind is very strong, she likes to see, the way her clothes are puffed up by the wind. There was not much need to wear clothes, and there was no need for her and Gugia to cover their shame or protect themselves from the cold. But she loves to get dressed. She still has the cosmic travel suit she wore when she first saw Gugia.

"I see you." Mu reminded him.

But Gugia still wanted to make a final struggle, and he knew what she was talking about. Once passed by a small planet. The people there looked very much like the White Star people in terms of habits and customs, and he wondered if it was also the remnant of a certain suppressed group on the White Star who built a spaceship himself. Flew over the unexpected little star.

He and Mu Shuangshuang both activated a spaceship from the Flying Star that they usually used. Crumple, enter the multi-dimensional space-time pipeline, and then emerge from the little star, the "portal" on the small star that links the multi-dimensional space-time pipeline is always not obvious, and their spaceship, plus the crumpled relationship, is like a flea emerging from the soil.

A little girl's foot almost trampled them to death, if they were really trampled to death. Then you will never be able to resurrect as an astral person. It's dangerous. The girl's eyes were sharp, and at once she spotted a small sapling. Kindness bypassed.

"You should send a few robots to tidy up the planet's portal."

"The Aftermath," Gugia said. That's why there was a series of planetary "hidden" robots.

Gugia and Mu casually wandered around the planet for a while. It was discovered that they were not strictly starling, and they had a thick, long, fluffy tail. The hands and feet are also plush. Although there are so many stars in the galaxy, once they have civilization, they must converge to the same kind of appearance - upright walking humans. The tail and fur are completely superfluous, and must be the product of a failed genetic experiment: an attempt to extract the special genes of lower animals, but accidentally form an accidental coincidence with some sequence loopholes in the genes of human embryos. Since then, it has been multiplied from generation to generation. The hybrid humans here are likely to be creatures abandoned by a certain planet. I wanted to exile them and leave them to fend for themselves, but I didn't expect them to unexpectedly adapt to the environment here. The tail can be used as a pillow, it can be used to decorate, to show off. Over a long period of time, the hybrid humans on this small planet automatically formed some sort of hierarchical society. The person with the brightest and largest tail can be called the ruling class, and the person with a smaller tail will become the ruled class. They rely on some kind of structure to survive steadily.

Gugia is scanning and ingesting all the information on the planet.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong smell, a bit like the smell of foxes on Earth. It's intense. Pungent. In the interstellar center and on the flying star, the sense of smell is meaningless and does not provide any information. The nose of the higher stars has also evolved into a signal transmitter. The left nostril emits a signal of 0 and the right nostril emits a signal of 1. The exchange of air from the left and right nostrils can be encoded into a complex message.

But he's also a person who has a sense of smell, and the strong fox smell makes him feel familiar and familiar. Unexpectedly sparked a strong sense of curiosity. He searched for the taste. He noticed a bush that was shaking gently, and when he approached, he suddenly felt a hot burning on his face. A tingling pain. When he touched it, he found that his face was scratched with a bloody mark, and he couldn't see what had caused him such damage.

The skin on his face at that time had been replaced for several generations, and it should be said that King Kong was not bad. How can anyone scratch it?

Fortunately, he quickly calculated the resonance frequency of the planet. He uses his nostrils, alternating left and right, causing the air to vibrate, sharp and piercing. Arouses the primal fear of all living beings. The grass in the bushes fell to the sides.

"Huh."

"You dare to arrest me." The fox man, the body of the starman, has nursing hands and feet, and a long, thin tail (so it can be seen that its status on this planet must not be too high.) ）

"You were the one who came to harass me first."

"I'm harassing you? Stop dreaming. I don't even know who you are. How could I harass you. ”

"You're so weird-looking, you don't even have a tail. No one can afford you out there, so you can hide wherever you can. ”

(End of chapter)