Van Olin's expression was a little uncertain. In fact, she just couldn't admit that as long as she was a guy with little roots and tendons on par with Charlo, she herself would have wanted to pinch it to death with her own hands.

Orsa shrugged her shoulders and made a fierce gesture of disgust.

"This idiot doesn't have any security measures, and walks alone around the throne tower with broken fibers. That's it, seeing the stunned victims, they also stepped forward to talk. It's very good, just because the other party is holding a damaged first-generation sonar remote control microcrystalline computer, he made his own clever suggestion, it is better to let our technician help him upgrade to the current new model, and also make fun of other people's things The style is too old. As a result, it ended very cleanly, and the other party took out an improvised nuclear bomb with red eyes, which turned him into powder at once. ”

Van Oelin closed her eyes and rolled her eyes constantly.

She fully understands why this kind of guy who was born with no nerves has become the target of thousands of people.

Orsha happily admits the biggest bad debt she's ever witnessed, reminding her almost of it.

"Once you're dealing with a class and situation that is opposed to you, don't do both. You are not their savior, nor are you the source of their calamity. You have to make them feel how helpless you are with them, whether it's fear or self-pity. Don't forget, the opposite of compassion is not cold-blooded or brutal, but a self-inflicted gesture of superiority. ”

Actually, Orsha didn't have to bother with so much talk.

Van Oelin sat down in the cramped operation compartment of the communications satellite, and indeed if she had been given the first sight of the scene, she would have learned what it meant to be "the sorrow and vile that entered the hearts of the people."

For the vast majority of the select class, it was like an oracle throwing pearls for wild boars to eat.

Not to mention her genius cousin, even her own and a bunch of self-righteous federal councillors who underfought were only a fraction of a millimeter between ninety-nine and a hundred.

As soon as the thin ice on her feet misses slightly, she will fall into the irretrievable 'abyss of sorrow' of the mind-synchronizer, and she will be greeted by countless pairs of eyes carrying thick black innocence.

Countless pairs of eyes that have been domesticated by disasters and dare not make mistakes, and even the basic needs and self-esteem of organic life forms are unknown.

Through the delicate network of ionic light, a myriad of thoughts like a boulder falling pierced into her unbarrier mental field, either tired or with the last bloom before withering.

These sheltered people who were placed at the Songlong Star Station were her first ferry.

If she can use their invisible will, her clear position as the head of the long-term negotiation envoy will not be a false position.

As a result, Van Oulin took the initiative to evacuate the ionic diaphragm with a decorative effect, and sent away the thirty guards who were also martial artists and telekinesis beside him, asking them to support Shakurin, who set off from another non-public interstellar plank road.

At this point, if nothing goes wrong, Shakulin and her guards should have arrived at the trading grounds and got Bojoan out, right?

She allowed these mixed thoughts to roam her mind, and she would never suppress the feelings that popped up at every moment.

When the child holding a biochemical raccoon with an integrated circuit smashed in his arms approached her with his bright red, dripping eyes wide open and expressionless, she read about thousands of generations of injuries and unending trivial suffering, which were accumulated in the body of the child who contained the heaven-level latent spiritual power.

In the face of the many deep hells behind and in the child's body, Van Oelin did not shy away from it, but also clearly transmitted her thoughts.

I am not one of you, and I cannot pretend to understand, let alone merge into your unending calamity. However, I can at least hold the hand of this child, who is part of a race like me that is burdened with an excess force field. 】

She did hold the child's tiny, toner-stained, radiant palm.

The child didn't say a word, but only cared about handing over the wounded doll in his arms, and his seemingly blank eyes were imprinted with the replacement expectation that only a mind interactor has.

She was expecting Van Oelin to be able to convert the doll's injuries to herself!

In the whirlwind, she remembered that when she was a child, she first learned the so-called "loss".

At that time, she was taken to Orsha's mansion and came face to face with her "other biological blood relative" for the first time.

Before leaving, her baby mother expressed strong fear and pity, which made her extremely suspicious.

As soon as she got there, Orsha's side face of Xue Yu, who had nothing to do with everything, made her look forward to it, but it also retreated three feet.

At that time, she was also holding a doll in her arms, and Lan Serge gave her a meeting gift—

She took the child's hands and brought them into her bosom along with the doll.

"I can't let you break it in your place, but I might be able to teach you how to heal it. Again, I can't get your family and these planets to heal right away, but I'm willing to do my best to exchange with you a doll story about myself, and if you're willing to let me join in the thorn-lifting project, in my capacity as a federal envoy outside of your system, and as a fellow telepathetic. ”

Perslin tried to avoid the microsockets installed inside and outside his body in the most clever way. He forced himself to retract his wailing.

In the same aftermath, a few nights ago, Bai Lige was allowed to break in, and in the case of a rat trap, the other party dropped the contemptuous and greedy line and hurriedly exited.

Thinking of the hilarious scene, Perslin's annoyance and anger were immediately interrupted by the back-mockery in his heart.

Hmph, if Bai Lige hits his empress squarely, the matter will be very bad.

For a while, the pillow man who shared with him the top-notch golden hardsilk gauze tent and the heavy bed underneath.

With a rare loving attitude, his mother rubbed his bangs indiscriminately and left with a little reluctance.

At this time, Da Boseer must have been in the Udena mother-style conference room, with her gifted posture, entertaining the group of negotiators from the capital of the multi-star Federation.

He half-sat up, tentatively lifted his feeble legs, groped his way through the butterfly-like inlays of brass chains between his ankles, and probed the smooth satin metal facets with his ultra-sensitive keen fingertips, as if intent on pulling out a thorn enough to slip between his fingers in a pot of surging whipped cream foam—

Removing this equipment, which had been shaking for several days and nights, every hair of Perslin's hair braked abruptly.

The taste of being swallowed by "happiness" in the whole body, even the most cunning brain in this galaxy cannot help but completely stop, and there is only room for the boundaries of the sect and the translocation of sovereignty.