Nothing can be easily pardoned, let alone compensated.

He knew that this action was a provocation and a temptation to call the "white historical imprint". He tries to coexist with his history, and unless that happens, he can't find another way to keep himself from being swallowed up by the long night of exile of memory.

Day and night, he could no longer tell whether the world he opened his eyes to greet was just a temporary nightmare of the last night before he defected.

He was forced to return to the scene of the incident again and again, taking on the role of perpetrator and victim, until he could no longer stare at himself in the mirror with his own eyes, until he finally got impatient!

Happily, this time, thanks to the two people around him, he didn't feel guilty about his boredom.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Shan's little face, which was messily painted with tears. Wizho didn't say a word, just focused on covering up the pain.

He spoke in the light rhyme of dragonfly wings brushing the water: "Shanfang, good boy, close your well-developed tear ducts, or I won't take you out to eat." ”

As Wizho was about to speak, Perslin was quick to cut him off first.

"Please don't say anything for a while, it's cloudy."

Wizho retorted to him with exasperated pity.

"Do you know what I'm talking about, Perslin? Do you think I'm going to continue to use my incorruptible tongue to persuade you to return to the planet that almost became your graveyard?! Do you really think that I have never thought about you except to admire you, pursue you, and love you? On the level of love and desire, you really need to be re-educated! ”

The last sentence was so innocent and vivid, gathering all the sincerity and love that a treacherous jackal could express, that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The next step is to open champagne, sprinkle the rose petals all over the face, and then kneel on the ground to court?!

Perslin suddenly woke up, surprised at his own thoughts. Alerted to this, he really wanted to smile at himself. Congratulations, you can finally add a smooth narration to your encounter!

Shanfang raised her head, and her pupils, which were already overly bright and glowing with emerald halos, were like the firmament that had been painstakingly cut through by a meteor shower. He really wanted to turn his face away and lose his sight for a while, so as not to see the vast figure that he was imprinted on.

When you smile and take the countless Milky Way soft red as your own stagecoach, staring at the figure in the mirror sadly is indeed a self-evident joy.

However, once you have to bear it, you are not allowed to fake self-coaxing, and the Luotuo form locked in the other pair of eyes is a living and terrifying entity, not a dream photo with your eyes closed and reverie.

Shan leaned into his unscrewed neck, his cold palms like a pair of ice gloves, resting on his shoulders with unexpected force, forcing him to turn.

"Even if no one can understand you and understand you, it won't shake my decision."

"Decide what?" He snapped.

"From now on, it's up to you to decide what's going on. I will be with you until the last moment. ”

Where did this little ghost get this determination?! Perslin found himself shuddering, and unlawfully stupid. This pure, clear and unhesitating declaration, like a knife as sharp as paper, cut through his inside without blood touching his hands.

However, this excitement is very different from most romantic stories: his uncooperative protagonist is really awkward, not only can he not enjoy the infatuation of the other party, but also arouses a ferocious malice.

At that moment, he hated this child who loved him to an indescribable extent, hated so much that he wanted to cut off his own head, let the other party hold it in the palm of his hand, and laugh at the other party's pain with every ounce of dying vitality.

He couldn't deny that he really loved this clever child. But between him and any object of affection that might be developed is a phantom of resentment. Over time, he thought it was part of his own support.

That part of the self is jealous of every individual who has the conditions and expresses affection without restraint.

Before he had time to feel the affection sent by the other party, the first thought that came to his mind was to destroy the budding affection.

Just like a delicate little girl who saw Zhu Zi Zhengyan's flower garden, she felt bad intentions, and she couldn't wait to run over and trample on it to feel at ease.

Wizho coughed softly, interrupting his choppy thoughts.

"Perslin, your emergency communication device lights are on! Do you want to answer the call? ”

It's really good to die and have such an intermission. He smiled apologetically at the two men in front of him, walked to the sea-shaped optical and magnetic screen in the corner of the living room, and swiped his fingerprint into the input port a little roughly.

"Thank you, Galaxy, for finally replying! Perslin, I thought it was too late to save..."

What the hell are you saving?! He swallowed the rude words that almost came out of his own accord, and the years of inconsistency came into play again. He stared at the caller's confused face with a smile and asked kindly, "What is going on?" It's rare to see you, the provost of the college, so flustered. ”

The other party simply didn't have room to reply calmly. The provost was out of breath, and his bangs, which were always neatly combed and carefully parted, fell all over his face.

"No, it's not good, Perslin, the intelligence bureau of the planet Koll issued the 'Phoenix Flying Order' before the difference of one photon, using the safety of the surrounding 39 galaxies as a bargaining chip, no matter what, the school must agree to the following terms——"

"Oh, what the hell is it that makes them burn their eyebrows to such an extent?"

He snorted with slight contempt.

"Don't those handlers know that it's also etiquette to die nicely?"

"You don't know how serious this is, Perslin!"

The other party shouted, and took out the linen handkerchief in his pocket to wipe his sweat.

"There's a merchant ship sailing through the Faun System, hijacked by the 'Red Cultists'! Damn, I don't know which idiot among the six major families is mixed up and is still recognized! It's good now, the Frontier Legion has caught the fat sheep, and they have listed the terms of exchange, and what they want is—"

What else is there to say? If the enemy does not move, I will not move; The enemy will move, and I have acted. He meditated on the ancient proverbs of the art of war from tens of thousands of years ago. Boslin Rega sighed softly in the most sluggish tone of his life, and a mysterious sneer flashed at the same time.

"Imagine that what they want is me, the murderer, to go back to the crime scene without a body."