Alien Healer

Da Da Da, the steady and powerful footsteps stopped in front of an electronic door, and the man in military uniform swallowed with a little annoyed expression. What is his luck today!

I gave myself some anger and thought I had done a good job of psychological construction.

"Beep beep." A regular knock on the door sounded.

"Come in!" The man immersed in his official duties stopped his work, looking at the incoming person with indifferent eyes.

"General." Jiang Song, a high-level hacker, who is usually a hippy smiling face, straightened his expression as soon as he entered this room. The ubiquitous momentum in the room made his attitude more respectful: "The monitor we installed in the Golden Lion clan before is today. Something changed this afternoon."

The slender man tapped twice on the table with a thinly callused index finger, and he asked, "Have you read the content?" The cold, low voice was as thick as a cello.

Jiang Song gave a hum, temporarily forgetting the fear of the man, with a puzzled look on his face, and said in a puzzled way: "The content of the film seems to have nothing special about it. It's just a young teenager. The focus is on this. The young man was brought back to the Golden Lion clan by the housekeeper Qin Chong. Qin Chong has been secretly missing for two years. We have never been able to find his trace. Today, he took this young man with him when he showed up at the Golden Lion clan base camp for the first time."

After a pause, Jiang Song continued: "The only thing I don't understand is why the Golden Lion clan monitors this young man. I investigated the young man's file and there is usually no doubt."

The man sitting at the top was silent for a moment, and said blankly: "Continue to observe for a while, if this matter is not related to what we are investigating, there is no need to go into it."

"Yes." Jiang Song nodded to express his understanding. Before leaving, the ghost asked the question: "General, does the monitoring content need to be sent to your optical brain?"

The man did not look up, his handsome face was as cold as ever, and he spit out two words in a low voice: "Send it."

He left the room and let out a sigh of relief. The general has been getting colder and colder since waking up. He is all on his own. He is not lucky enough to draw lots with those old greasy oils. Song sneered, these guys, he didn't believe that it was his turn to draw the next lottery.

In the early morning, if there is an endless scream outside the window, He Mo wakes up. The room he lives in is next to the lotus pond. The lotus in the pond has not yet bloomed, only a few small sharp corners. The lotus leaves are spread on the surface of the water, layered on top of each other, and small goldfish swimming by under the lotus leaves are faintly visible.

Pushing open the window, the refreshing and slightly cool breeze dissipated the sultry heat in the house, stretched out, and He Mo's depressed mood for the whole night was replaced by the beautiful scenery.

The attentive robot handily held a bowl of noodles on the table. Breakfast was set last night. He Mo sat down and took a bite. The noodles were hard, and the bite felt heavy. The teeth were sticky. The soup is filled with various seasonings to enhance the freshness. It is completely a pot of seasoning soup. The eggs lying on it are bland and tasteless.

Frowning and reluctantly ate half of the bowl, He Mo put down the bowl and chopsticks, which was simply torture.

The test time was set at nine o'clock in the morning. It is only seven o'clock now, and there are two hours left.

What did he do during these two hours? He Mo rested his cheek with one hand, and tapped the edge of the window with the other hand.

At seven o'clock in the morning, in the black and white bedroom, the man woke up on time and seemed to have a nightmare. The man's cold and handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his bronze arms stretched out from the quilt, and he was about to lift the quilt. Suddenly remembered something, the man opened it. Light brain.

Unsurprisingly, the information he wanted was still not progressing. The man was about to withdraw from the light brain. A small red punctuation attracted his attention, clicked it, and the sending time was ten o'clock last night. The sender will loosen it.

The Golden Lion family is a first-class family that has been silent for nearly five years. The man recalls the information of this family. The Golden Lion family is very low-key. It was the first family of the Federation several decades ago. The top three are still the top ten families in the Federation. Perhaps they have been focusing on investigating the wrong direction. The more low-key families are, the more likely they are to hide something. Although each of the top ten families has arranged surveillance, For the Golden Lion family, his investigation seems to be too few.

The air pressure around the man is getting lower and lower, and his eyes are sharp. The direction of the subsequent investigation should be changed.

The straight back softened and leaned against the cushion. The man finally clicked on the video. The moment his eyes met the video, his sharp eyes became a little swollen.

The eye is a flawless and delicate cheek, the rosy lips seem to have been drunk in Hong Kong, plump and moist, with a touch of dampness, gentle and clear eyes, the moment when inadvertently sweeps the lens, it is as light as a small brush. Brush lightly across the heart, can't stop.

The virtual screen clearly outlines the young man's smiles and familiar eyebrows, except in his dreams, appearing in front of him.

The man stared at the screen motionlessly. The long period of stagnation made his eyes a little red. He looked at the teenager in the video almost greedily, his usual decisive hand seemed to be trembling when he took a closer look, and he let out a long sigh. An arc softened the usual serious and terrifying face, as if he had found the treasure of his life. The man smiled helplessly at the virtual screen: "I almost missed you, Xiaomo."

He Mo, who was standing by the window, unconsciously stopped the percussion. A villain and a puppy suddenly appeared in his mind, holding the peach tree at home without letting go, and pulling his cuffs and calling his brother with a louder sound. , The picture is so familiar.

Why did he think of them again? He Mo’s nose was a little sour. Before the battle, he was in a coma for two years due to overuse of mental power. He didn’t protect Xiao Miao and Xiao Ba well. It was his fault and should not be used rashly. Mental power, otherwise they won't lose their lives.

After he woke up, the first thing he did was to find the whereabouts of Xiaomou and Xiaomou. His original home was completely destroyed during the battle, and there were no such thing as Xiaomou and Xiaomou in the list of survivors. After searching for the name for several months, he gradually gave up and accepted the fact that they were dead.

The cultivator fights against the heavens and fate, but he is really a little scared. He, who has no strength at present, can't protect the people he cherishes and values.

In fact, even without this test, he plans to try to make a bond with the alien beast. Xing Chen Jue currently cannot bring him military help, but the alien beast can. The only worry is that he can’t contact the powerful alien beast cubs. Cub, and Qin Chong's arrival solved his problem, this cub, he is bound to win.

The usual gentle eyebrows became a bit sharp, and it was not his style to get along.