Zhuang Yan's throat was dry, and he gasped and said dryly: "Because, because, I don't think you will be sloppy when you choose this......"

Richelieu hugged his chest and turned his head silently, his thin eyebrows shyly and pitifully shy; His blue eyes were lowered, and his small hands holding his chest tightly grasped the collar and bit his lip gently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuang Yan woke up like a dream, and hurriedly waved his hands to explain: "I somehow think that the 'precision destruction mechanism' of this weapon is very vivid compared to the girl of the vacuum......

"I know! Don't say anything. Richelieu stamped his feet brutally, and for the first time commanded in a tone that was so lovely that it was touching.

Zhuang Yan bit his lip and closed his mouth, he was actually laughing.

"What are you laughing at! Zhuang Yan! Richelieu turned his head to glance at him in annoyance, his half-squinted blue eyes were shy and hateful, and his red side face was bright and lovely, and he bit the corner of his lip angrily, and tried to whip him with his gaze.

"I'm not smiling." Zhuang Yan denied it with a smile, his face was red, his capillaries were so swollen that his face was numb, and he didn't know how comfortable he was smiling. "Am I laughing?" He rubbed his face with his hands duplicitously, pursed his lips and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been like that...... But you get it, don't you? ”

"What do you know...... she muttered, lowered her head and played with her gloves, and said honestly: "I understand the weapon you mentioned, it's very powerful, but it is invincible when it faces its 'victim target', and it will not commit any crime if it does not belong to its 'victim target'." Is it? ”

"Yes. Because its energy is released in a 'surge' way, rather than a 'radiation' release of fourth-generation nuclear weapons, it can tear apart the target at the atomic level, no matter how strong the target's molecular arrangement is. Therefore, it is listed as a fifth-generation star-destroying weapon, and it is very likely to become the key to cracking the 'container' to protect and kill the 'prisoner'. Zhuang Yan was a little honest and tried to be more serious, but his heart was greedy for reminiscing Richelieu's delicate appearance thousands of times, his eyes couldn't help but glance at her face, and he couldn't wait for his eyes to turn into a camera, and he could take a picture of it.

Richelieu knew that he was glancing at his face, so he couldn't raise his head, and played with his fingers for a while, and his heart was scared, and the six gods stood up, folded his hands and said solemnly: "Then please leave it to you!" Please unravel these mysteries, and as for the battle, leave it to me! I'm ready to lead by example. When she finished speaking in a panic, her face was red, and she didn't know what to say; After a second of coldness, I panicked like I forgot the script during a speech. Hurriedly bowed indiscriminately and said shyly: "Then say goodbye." "Press the knife and turn your head and go.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly got up to see her off, but as soon as Richelieu pulled the door open, he suddenly turned to look at him, and Zhuang Yan almost bumped into him. He: "Huh? With a bang, he saw Richelieu looking at him with a blushing face: "You are not allowed to say what you just said, and you are not allowed to tell others." Good no good? ”

Obviously still dictatorial and domineering to set the rules, but at the end he still pitifully returned to the tone of discussion, Richelieu's politeness to Zhuang Yan has become a habit.

Zhuang Yan saw that she was polite and restrained, as if he had seen the little rabbit trembling, which made him want to tease and pet it even more. He smiled and said, "Then I tell Veneto that she and I have nothing to talk about, and they are not 'others', right?" ”

Richelieu was stunned for a moment and asked seriously: "Aren't you afraid of fighting?" ”

Zhuang Yan was speechless.

Richelieu sneered, afraid that he would know, lowered his head and covered his lips, closed the door and left.

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A few years ago, the war queen had not yet been born, and the world was still calm. At that time, the Atacama Trench was still as still as water.

Next, this is the undercurrent undercurrent under the deep sea:

It is not sad to pursue the radiant person in your mind, because the spare tire can gradually become a habit, and you will be happy when you pay.

And sadness does not soak your life, it only comes in a flash of epiphany, like a piano flying over your head.

Only you realize that no matter what you do, there is no way to undo it. At this time, tears burst out of his eyes without saying hello.

That's why people who have lost love are grief-stricken. Because they still don't believe that they have been abandoned, until the moment when they are completely certain, like a mirror shattering, the world has become a sharp kaleidoscope, colorful and dazzling memories suddenly have a sharp knife edge, cutting people's ********, only shock is the gift of liberation - only despair can make people sad, despair that "no matter what you do", there is nothing to do but cry.

If this process takes place at a depth of 11,000 meters, it is not as romantic as it sounds. In the dark depths of the Atacama Trench, the tiny Lofes was kept only by the silent steel behemoth, and the fingers that hid her face could not sense that the tears were diluting the sea, so she was sad that she did not even understand that she was crying.

It's just that it hurts like a sneeze and can't let it out.

The ugly and hideous anglerfish fished for a hazy shimmer, like a ghost fire in the night, and it occupied her field of vision far and near.

This terrifying and insidious carnivorous fish is the most dedicated creature on the planet, creepy and romantic. When a large group of crystal clear anglerfish fertilized eggs floats on the surface of the sea, the juveniles hatch in the warm sunlight, and the male finds the female who is in love at first sight, bites through the soft belly of the other party with his sharp teeth, and clings to it tightly. The female will heal her wounds, generously wrap the male in her scars, and from then on, they will both sink to the bottom of the dark sea, and begin the world of the two fish that will never be separated.

This kind of wordless vows makes all the little white faces on the earth speechless.

Lopis felt that anglerfish were gentle creatures. For the sake of her beloved husband, the female can crawl on the gravel without eating or sleeping, shaking the faint glowing spiny fin to seduce the prey. Even if it is a shark that swims bigger than himself, he refuses to waste it, and opens his bloody mouth in the deep darkness, bites the prey with two rows of inward barbed teeth, and then swallows it greedily and digests it into nutrients and calories for the husband and wife to survive.

As for the male fish attached to the body, there is no need to do anything, just pay the public ration seriously.

Isn't that the deepest love?

After Lofes awoke from the pitch-black nanoprinting pod, he waited day and night for his master to return. Other than that, only lazy deep-sea fish keep her company. She often sits on the reef with her knees crossed, her delicate mermaid gills behind her ears gently spraying water to neutralize the pressure of the 900 kilograms per square centimeter of deep water, and then quietly watch the anglerfish hunt.

It looked like more than seventy hours, day and night, tirelessly, because she knew that it was the only thing in this dark universe that could move.

Except for the hosts.

Sometimes the currents around him would suddenly disturb, and Lofes knew that his master had arrived. The owner appeared out of thin air, wearing a graceful and smooth wetsuit, with a convex and charming figure, as graceful as an elegant shark, and a thrillingly beautiful long hair fluttering in the sea, dancing slowly, like a jellyfish's gentle tassel.

"What's that? （what。 is。 that？ Lofes asked impatiently.

“those。” The master gently stroked Lofes's head and gently corrected, "There are two fish there." ”

"Where's the other one?" Lofes wondered.

The owner told Lofis about the reproductive history of the anglerfish.

Lofes was so envious that he took his master's hand and said, "I, dont, wanna, be, angle." She said forcefully, "i, wanna, be, Lophius." (I don't want to be an angel.) I want to make anglerfish. ）

The master's hand trembled. "Why?" she asked. ”

"Lofes also wants to have his master company." She had already changed her name on her own initiative, looked at the point of light in the distance, and held her master's warm hand tightly in the darkness: "Lofes will protect the master, provide for the master, and as long as the master does not leave, we will not separate." ”

Thanks to the excitement of the completion and the urgency of the battle, the master did not add advanced programming to the nanoprint pod, so Lofes relied on his learning ability to perfect the command software. She has no thinking prohibitions and practices the most primitive and free way of thinking.

In other words, the most unrestrained and wild way of thinking. Rambled. The prospects are endless.

At the same time, the "need" of Lofes also dominates everything. This "need" contains possessiveness over the owner. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian. com) vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. qidian。 com read. (To be continued.) )