The strong A who offended most of the universe has changed to O [Interstellar]

"I'll go with you." Li Mo grabbed Yang Xinghe's wrist tightly, as if he would disappear if he let go.

Yang Xinghe didn't break away, but approached him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and kissed him gently: "Okay."

Li Moyi couldn't believe his good luck, Yang Xinghe had never been so cheerful before, and those methods of coercion, temptation and stalking that just flashed through his mind were no longer available.

"There are still a few days, you should prepare first."

Li Moyi did have a lot of things to prepare, things that could have been done slowly had to be speeded up, such as dealing with Li Moya, he couldn't be killed, and he couldn't be easily revived.

Although the empire has a cabinet that can handle routine affairs, he also needs to appoint some people to be in charge of emergency affairs.

The workload has suddenly increased several times compared to before. Li Moyi has no time to ask for [-]D videos every one or two hours like in the past. Miss me?

Li Mo couldn't hold back anymore and even wanted to fish, Yang Xinghe said he didn't want to be said to be a evil concubine who harmed the country, and then hanged to death in Ma Hepo by a three-foot white silk.

So during Li Moyi's working hours, he would never accept Li Moyi's contact request.

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medical school.

"His Majesty has asked to be contacted again. Are you really not answering? In case something happens..." An Sen glanced at Yang Xinghe's communicator, and the number of unconnected contacts jumped from 121 to 122.

Yang Xinghe had just entered the door for less than three hours.

"In case something happens, the news will report it. As long as you pick it up once, you won't be able to stop later." Yang Xinghe was lying flat, with a circular brain scanner fixed on his head.

"How is it?" He asked Anson who was standing in front of the instrument to check the data.

"It's too messy... Even His Majesty, there are only two of them, and one of them is so weak that it can be ignored."

Yang Xinghe remembered that when the old emperor summoned him, he once asked him why his body was already so overwhelmed, but he didn't change his body and continued to live a life of luxury.

The old emperor replied like this: "After entering the body of the three-dimensional space, even if it is permanently bound, it is impossible to voluntarily give up this body before death.

The act of dimensionality reduction itself is an act that consumes a lot of mental energy, and it can only be reduced once.

After the death of the body, the spirit will automatically return to the fifth-dimensional space, and can never return to the third-dimensional space.

Someone once fell in love with a person in the three-dimensional space, and after returning to the five-dimensional space, he wanted to perform another dimensionality reduction and continue the relationship with his lover, but he encountered a particularly weak electromagnetic wind, and he was completely blown away. Scattered, nothing left.

People in the three-dimensional space also see this kind of thing a lot, and they call it the soul flying away. "

During the war, Yang Xinghe suffered countless injuries and never feared anything.

But now, he was a little scared.

In case the body dies, but one's own consciousness is not destroyed, it is impossible to comfort one's loved one while watching them grieve for one's own.

Across the Milky Way, we can still meet once a year, and across space, there is really no future.

It seems that this body needs to be well preserved.

Anson was still chattering: "You really are a miracle in the history of medicine. My mentor is really awesome. Unfortunately, I haven't got his old man's true biography yet, so he just..."

Yang Xinghe interrupted him: "If you want to praise him, you can write a special paper "On the Sublime Sense of the Supervisor and the Elegant Sense of the Teacher's Wife", don't tell me. My brain, what's the solution?"

"Hmm... The teacher once mentioned to me that there are several methods to remove impurities in the brain waves. They have been used on multiple personality patients, and the success rate is 50%."

"Try it."

Anson hesitated: "This method is very painful. In order to ensure that the main consciousness is clear, anesthetics cannot be used."

"Try." Yang Xinghe didn't say more.

Even though he himself asked so, who would dare to cause an accident to the person on the top of His Highness's heart? Anson took out all the top instruments of the medical school to monitor Yang Xinghe's vital signs in an all-round way.

Instruments glowing with metallic cold light lined up, and curves and numbers of different colors flashed on the screen. Ansen was busy in front of the instruments alone, complaining: "You have to help me talk to His Majesty to increase our spirits." In terms of funding for the research institute, our technology can never keep up with the alliance, it must be because there is too little money."

Everything was ready, he pressed his hand on the switch, and said to Yang Xinghe: "Are you ready, let's start."

Electric current enters the brain through the head patch to correct the brain waves.

This is essentially a game. Weak consciousness, which sends out weak electric waves, will be taken away by the reverse current. If the main consciousness is not as strong as the other input current, the main consciousness will also be taken away.

If Yang Xinghe could always be ruthless like the old emperor, there would be no need to use this method at all, the main consciousness itself could crush the other 100 secondary consciousnesses.

"Tsk, falling in love with someone is tantamount to having an extra weakness. A single noble like me is as happy as a fairy. If you want to work overtime, you can work overtime, and you can sleep if you want to sleep..." An Sen muttered.

Yang Xinghe said: "I will suggest to His Highness that the Institute of Psychiatry has nothing to do, and next year's scientific research funding can be cut in half."

"Don't, don't, don't... I'm just going to liven up the atmosphere." Anson laughed along, and when his eyes turned to one of the screens, his expression became sad.

"Why are you so persistent..."

Yang Xinghe also saw it, even now that the multiple personality therapy device has been in use, not a single consciousness has been driven away.

"It seems that it's not a matter of cutting the funds in half, but of all the meaningless problems of spiritual research." Yang Xinghe was very dissatisfied with himself for sitting here for a long time, sitting alone.

Anson quickly explained: "I've been driving in the lowest gear, and these subconsciousnesses have been with you for a long time, and they are constantly strengthening."

Yang Xinghe didn't say a word, his eyes made Ansen feel that he might be reduced to looking after the entrance of the medical school next year.

He hurriedly asked for instructions: "Then I will increase the power, please bear with it."

The number on the power display board continued to rise, and Yang Xinghe's smooth forehead slowly seeped cold sweat, and his hair was stuck to his forehead.

"If you can't take it, just say it." An Sen carefully observed Yang Xinghe's face while looking at the pain indicator.

He remembered that Yang Xinghe's pain sensitivity was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he was really worried that if something happened to him, let Li Moyi know, let alone increase the funds, he might have to clean up and escape the empire overnight.

The index of the pain indicator has reached a relatively high position. The standard reaction of ordinary people at this index is to cry and beg to be let go. In severe cases, the pain has already passed out.

But Yang Xinghe didn't say a word, the shirt on his body was already soaked in cold sweat, sticking to his body, as if he was fished out of the water.

"Is it okay? Do you want to turn it down?" Anson asked.

"No need." Yang Xinghe squeezed out two words through his trembling teeth.

He saw the more than 100 numbers on the display, and the value column was slightly lower than before, but none of them were missing.

Yang Xinghe: "Drive to the highest level."

Anson thought he heard it wrong. The index of the pain indicator had entered the red warning zone. If 90% of people reached this level, they would enter neurogenic shock.

"But you won't be able to bear it."

"Do as I say!" Yang Xinghe was obviously too weak, but Anson couldn't help doing as he spoke.

"Beep beep..." Both the treatment device and the pain indicator alarmed.Yang Xinghe's whole body trembled suddenly, he closed his eyes suddenly, his face became even paler, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged.

"Can you hold on? How is it? Can you do it?" An Sen was afraid that Yang Xinghe would faint, so he kept talking to him.

Seeing that Yang Xinghe remained silent for a long time, Ansen gritted his teeth and was about to go over and turn off the instrument.

"Stop." A soft voice reached Anson's ears.

An Sen turned his head, Yang Xinghe's eyes opened slightly, and tiny blue blood vessels emerged from his eyelids. His appearance looked proud and fragile, like a flower standing upright in the wind and snow.

The numbers move...

121, 120, 119... After that, the numbers decreased faster and faster, and those infused consciousnesses that shared the body with the main consciousness finally couldn't bear it, and would rather dissipate than bear that kind of pain.

Eventually, the number stopped at 7.

I persisted for more than half an hour, and the number still remained unchanged.

Yang Xinghe's vital signs began to drop to a dangerous level.

"Shut it off... They are very tenacious, almost as powerful as the main consciousness. Why should you pin your hopes on this insufficiently funded research result? There must be a better method."

Finally, Yang Xinghe nodded slightly, agreeing to Anson's suggestion.

An Sen originally thought that he had persuaded Yang Xinghe, or that Yang Xinghe couldn't bear it anymore.

It wasn't until Li Moyi's communication request came in again and forcibly turned on Yang Xinghe's communicator that he realized the real reason.

Li Moyi's voice came from the corner like a cannonball:

"Today's work is all done, and the rest can only be dealt with tomorrow. It's time to get off work. Talk to me. I miss you all day... Where are you? Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

The tone ranged from cheerful, to angry, to flustered.

Then a mechanical electronic sound sounded:

"Start the location search... The location has been determined... The target is located in the psychic research laboratory on the seventh floor of 230, Building No. [-] of the Medical College, whether to break into it..."

Suddenly, Yang Xinghe's voice sounded extremely energetic: "What do you want to do! You are busy, don't bother me!"

Li Mo, who was still aggressive just now, suddenly became dog-legged: "What are you busy with? There is no one to receive recently. You have been off work for so long, and you still work so hard?"

"Shut up, get out." Yang Xinghe's voice was still very rude.

Li Moyi was very confused by the scolding: "Did I do something wrong?"

"You are right, how can you be wrong, you are very good!"

This made Li Mo even more confused, anyway, let's admit his mistake first: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't be angry, are you at home, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Know it's wrong? Where did you go wrong?!"

what?

And this requirement?

Li Moyi was extremely confused, he suspected that Yang Xinghe's communicator had been hacked.

"Tianlu, check the voiceprint, is it Yang Xinghe himself?"

"The comparison is complete, 100% match."

"Xinghe, let me see you, what's wrong with you, why are you in the medical department? Are you feeling unwell?" Li Mo's voice became more urgent.

"You are so annoying, can you let me be quiet for a while!"

Immediately afterwards, communication was interrupted.

Li Mo made a decisive decision, rushed downstairs, jumped onto the suspension car, drove the car to the design limit at the speed of the car, and drove towards the medical school.

An Sen, who was listening to His Highness being scolded all the way, didn't dare to poke his head out of the corner until the communicator was hung up, and asked in a low voice, "How are you?"

Yang Xinghe closed his eyes, the treatment just now exhausted all his strength, at this moment his body finally couldn't bear it, and fell into a semi-consciousness.

The conversation just now was the "Do Not Disturb (Li Moyi exclusive version)" function that Yang Xinghe had set for Xiaojin before he entered the medical department.

Xiao Jin copied Yang Xinghe's voiceprint, and searched for "way to end the conversation actively" in the communication community, and selected a conversation with the highest praise score to be recorded in the system.

Who would have thought that Li Moyi, as the eldest prince, would be scolded so badly and made trouble for no reason, and the more he scolded, the more he refused to leave?

"Li Moyi is still [-] kilometers away from here... [-] kilometers... [-] kilometers... Enter the gate..." Xiao Jin reminded frequently.

An Sen panicked. If His Royal Highness knew what he did to his sweetheart just now, he might not be able to see the finale of tonight's TV series.

He hurriedly hid the pain indicator and multiple personality therapy device back to the warehouse.

Looking at Yang Xinghe again, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and even sweat flowed down his fingertips to the ground, forming a small puddle.

"Wake up...Wake up..." An Sen was very anxious.

Xiaojin didn't need to remind him, he had already seen Li Moyi rushing into the laboratory building with a black cloud on his face through the surveillance. He tactfully pressed the remote controls of all the elevators, putting all the elevators in a state of maintenance and shutdown.

During the monitoring, Li Mo angrily smashed a huge dent in the wall of the elevator room, and then his figure disappeared at the entrance of the safety staircase. In less than a minute, the monitoring at the entrance of the safety passage on the seventh floor recorded that he was in a state of desperation. The flashing figure of the prince.

"Ahhhh...I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Ansen grabbed his hair desperately. If there is a time machine in the world, he wants to go back to five hours ago, grab the self who promised to treat Yang Xinghe, and pump two forehand and backhand. With a big mouth: "Who the hell made you agree! Don't die!"

"Hmm..." Yang Xinghe was awakened by An Sen's movement, and saw him grabbing his hair and howling.

An Sen saw Yang Xinghe open his eyes at a glance, and fell on his knees, "His Royal Highness, he is here! He is going upstairs... How are you? Can you get up? Can you change clothes? Ahhh, let him see me , I'm dead."

Yang Xinghe tried hard to straighten up, but his whole body was weak, his bones and muscles ignored the instructions of his brain, and remained motionless.

"Ahhh, I'm dead." An Sen held his head, circling in front of Yang Xinghe, and finally opened the window in despair, glanced down...then closed the window again.

"Is there any clean hospital gown, bring it for me to change." Yang Xinghe couldn't even open his lips, it was Xiao Jin who directly received Yang Xinghe's will from the brainwaves and transmitted it.

An Sen was already confused at this time, he did what Yang Xinghe said, his mind went blank, until he saw the bruises on Yang Xinghe's thigh, he remembered what he was doing and who this man was.

If Li Mo came in and saw this scene...

The more he wanted to go faster, the faster he couldn't do it. His hands trembled, and he couldn't even do the simplest button-buttoning action. He buttoned it several times in a row, but the button was far from the buttonhole.

"You're a beta, why are you shaking?" Yang Xinghe's voice was very calm.

An Sen took a deep breath: Yes, I am a beta, what can I do, even if His Highness sees it, he will definitely understand...

Trying to calm down, he changed Yang Xinghe's clothes and pants, and then put on his shoes.

"Put me on the bed, and when he comes in after a while, you say, I have a bad headache recently, so I came to see you for treatment, and you used hypnosis to make me fall asleep. I was so irritable just now because I was angry when I got up and didn't sleep well. . Remember?"

Anson said it silently several times in his heart, then nodded: "I remember."

When Li Moyi broke in from the outside, he saw Ansen sitting leisurely on the armchair, concentrating on watching the animal world. Seeing Li Moyi, he immediately stood up and saluted: "My Highness."

Li Moyi didn't look at him at all, he looked around for that familiar figure, and through a glass door, he saw Yang Xinghe lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

"He has been here just now?" Li Moyi turned his head and asked.

Anson replied: "Yes."

Then, he said all the words Yang Xinghe taught him.

Li Moyi, who was as irritable as an angry lion, suddenly froze: "He... he had a headache again, why didn't he tell me..."

Anson muttered in his heart: "Tell you what can be done, can it be cured or can it be transferred?"

He still had a respectful look on his face.

As soon as Li Mo stretched out his hand to push the door, when his hand was about to touch the doorknob, he hung in the air, and he turned to look at An Sen:

"Can I go and see him?"

The voice of His Royal Highness seemed to be begging.

He wants to see his lover, but he is afraid that his recklessness will cause bad consequences, so he can only hope for the approval of professionals.

"Okay, okay, I'm already asleep." Anson nodded like a chicken pecking rice, go wherever you like, don't scare people in front of me, my legs are so scared that I can't stand still.

Li Mo walked into the room lightly, approached the bed, looked down at Yang Xinghe's peaceful sleeping face, it was so peaceful.

The eyebrows and eyelashes that were fluttering and lively when he was awake now rested quietly. Li Mo had seen his expression countless times, but he couldn't get enough of it.

Suddenly, he noticed something strange, Yang Xinghe's soft hair, why was it wet and stuck to his skin?

Is it a fever?

As soon as Li Mo lifted the quilt, he wanted to reach out to feel the temperature of his body, but he suddenly found that Yang Xinghe's wrists were tightly bound with restraint belts, and some places had been worn out.

It was the trace left by Yang Xinghe's involuntary painful struggle when he was receiving treatment just now.

"What's going on?!" Li Mo appeared in front of An Sen who wanted to slip away like a storm that blew up on the sea in summer.

He grabbed Anson by the collar: "What did you do to him!"

Anson was almost scared to death. However, the potential of human beings is infinite. An idea flashed in Ansen's mind, and he made up a perfect argument:

"When he came in, he had a very severe headache and wanted to bang his head against the wall. In order to prevent him from hurting himself, I had to tie him up and let him go until the hypnosis worked."

Li Mo looked into his eyes, and slowly let go of his hand: "Is that so?"

"That's right!" Anson was very firm.

Li Mo let out a heavy breath: "Sorry... I was too anxious."

"Then I'll go out first, so I won't disturb you." Anson felt the wind under his feet, fleeing for his life away from the right and wrong place.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Li Mo looked at Yang Xinghe's wrists and ankles, his heart ached like a knife, but he was helpless. He deeply felt his own incompetence. Frequent headaches without knowing it, like an idiot.

Extreme depression filled his heart, he couldn't help it, raised his hand and slapped himself, as if he could share some pain for Yang Xinghe.

In fact, Yang Xinghe was awake all the time, until he heard the "slap" of skin and flesh colliding, he opened his eyes to see what happened, but saw that half of Li Moyi's face was red, and he was still raising his hand, which seemed to mean that he was going to twitch again. the other side.

Yang Xinghe couldn't help but want to stop, but his throat and lips couldn't move.

His will urges Xiaojin to automatically turn on the brainwave conversion language mode: "Why are you crazy?"

The loud and rough voice echoed in the quiet room, not only startled Li Moyi, but even Yang Xinghe himself was taken aback, who set this up.

As soon as Li Mo found Yang Xinghe opened his eyes, he was overjoyed, he quickly grabbed his hand and held it in his palm: "Is it better?"

Unable to nod or speak, Yang Xinghe could only continue to convey through Xiao Jin: "I'm fine, and the voice just now belongs to Xiao Jin, not mine."

Li Mo held his broken wrist distressedly: "I'll get you some medicine."

"No, there's not even blood, why is it so fragile."

He refused, but Li Moyi still insisted. Not only did he apply the medicine, but he even wrapped several layers of white gauze solemnly, and those who didn't know thought he had cut his wrist.

"Your illness will definitely be cured." Li Moyi seemed to say to Yang Xinghe, more like giving himself confidence.

He looked around and said in a soft voice, "The environment here is too bad. I'll take you home to sleep, okay?"

"Well, you hug me, I really can't walk."

This was the first time Yang Xinghe asked to be carried away.Li Moyi hugged Yang Xinghe tightly in his arms. Yang Xinghe's weight was a little heavier than usual, and his body leaned against Li Moyi's chest as soft as if he had no bones.

It shows that all the muscles of his whole body are completely weak at this time, he is in a relaxed state, and he cannot control the center of gravity.

What kind of torture did he go through just now to become like this.

Li Moyi fantasized countless times that Yang Xinghe would completely give up self-control, rely on himself wholeheartedly, and let himself be at his mercy, but he never thought that the first time his dream came true was because of Yang Xinghe's illness.

"Don't be sad, if you are sad, I will be sad too. Go home, I want to sleep next to you." Yang Xinghe looked at Li Moyi tenderly.

Before arriving home, Yang Xinghe had already fallen asleep in the car.

After waking up, he found himself clinging to a warm and thick chest.

"Are you awake? Does your head still hurt?" Li Moyi asked very nervously.

Yang Xinghe tried to move his fingers, and the muscle function has recovered.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, how long have I been asleep?"

"Two days."

Yang Xinghe thought for a while: "You have been out of work for two days, and you have been with me?"

"Yes!" Li Mo said confidently, "If you can't take care of your lover, how can you take care of the entire empire. The people of the empire would not want a mad, heartless and ruthless emperor."

"I haven't said anything yet, why are you in a hurry." Yang Xinghe stretched his muscles lazily.

Li Mo hurriedly massaged his back and limbs for him: "Is it sore, does it hurt? I will feel a little uncomfortable after sleeping for a long time. Let me massage for you first."

Yang Xinghe closed his eyes, calmly enjoying his service.

After Li Moyi worked hard, he wanted to ask for some compensation, but Yang Xinghe pushed him away: "I haven't brushed my teeth for two days, you don't mind."

"Who said you haven't brushed your teeth for two days, I wash you from the inside out every day so that it smells good." Li Moyi replied proudly.

Suddenly he remembered something: "Your coat is still in the medical department, you have to get it back."

"A few old clothes, too."

"If it's new, it doesn't matter if you take it or not. How can you put the clothes you've worn on in a stranger's place? What kind of words!"

There seemed to be a big line written on Li Moyi's face: Everything about you is mine, no one can touch it!

Yang Xinghe was speechless, what a terrifying alpha monopoly.

After confirming that Yang Xinghe was fine, Li Moyi agreed to leave the bedroom and go to the study to deal with work.

Lying on the bed for a while, Yang Xinghe suddenly heard a voice in his head, it was a familiar voice.

"I don't want to live anymore, it's so uncomfortable, the world doesn't like me..."

"Let's go, let's go together."

Sad, hopeless, filled with negative emotions.

Yang Xinghe gritted his teeth: "My comrades-in-arms did not betray me, and were even willing to die to cover me. I have a lover, and this world still cares about me. You all get out of my consciousness."

"You stole our wisdom, stole our strength, everything about you was bestowed by us, and now you want to drive us away."

"We're dead, why are you still alive? Everything this body gets depends on us."

"It's time to change. I want to get everything from you. That's mine, Li Moyi. I like you, not you."

"Do you have your own personality, leave us, you are nothing."

In the middle of the night, Li Mo finished his work in one hand, and when he went back to the bedroom to visit Yang Xinghe, he was horrified to find that Yang Xinghe was holding his head tightly in his hands, curled up into a ball, biting the quilt tightly with his mouth, and the whole bed was shaking .

The headache started again.

Li Mo immediately summoned An Sen, and when An Sen arrived, Yang Xinghe had already survived the wave of headaches and was lying weakly on the bed.

"Hypnosis cannot have a third person present, you go out." Yang Xinghe drove Li Moyi away.

When there were only two people left in the room, Yang Xinghe asked: "Isn't there only six sub-personalities left? Why is it more serious than before?"

"Uh... I've never encountered this kind of situation with you, but according to my guess, it's like this. Originally you had 120 sub-personalities, and they restrained each other. Now the remaining six are caused by the instrument. The rascals who can't be driven away for half an hour at the maximum, their mental strength may not be inferior to your main personality, they have lost their restraining power, and that's it."

Yang Xinghe sighed lightly: "Have you thought of a solution?"

Ansen looked at the ceiling speechlessly: "Ancestor, it's only been two days! That instrument was made by 37 people in our entire project team, and it took more than five years to make it. You let me solve it in two days by myself, and you think highly of me."

"The solution ideas are always similar. Since a prototype machine can be made, it can be upgraded."

"Upgrading is so easy, we are upgrading on the basis of the alliance prototype!"

Yang Xinghe raised his eyebrows: "So, the 37 people you mentioned, more than five years... are not originals, but upgrades?"

Anson blushed: "Improvement is also technological innovation... It is more difficult to modify than to build... Adjust... data..."

Hearing that he had begun to speak incoherently, Yang Xinghe waved his hands: "It's not important, how did you get the prototype?"

"It was the blueprint that the teacher secretly brought when he came from the alliance..." Ansen swallowed, and said in front of the alliance people that stealing the blueprint of the alliance seemed not very good.

Then I thought: I didn't steal it.

So he continued generously: "It took a long time just to understand the drawings. The teacher was only in charge of a part of it at that time, and he was still groping forward for the parts he didn't involve."

Yang Xinghe continued to ask: "Did Wang Chengqi say when the equipment on the drawing was produced?"

"About... 200 years ago?" Anson scratched his head in embarrassment.

If it weren't for the blueprints secretly brought out by Wang Chengqi, the medical technology of the empire would be 200 years behind the alliance.

It's embarrassing to say, alas, this must be because of the lack of research funding, most of the national treasury revenue is given to the military every year, really.

Yang Xinghe thought of another thing. His original plan was to solve the headache in the empire. If not, he would find a way to join the alliance. If he could pour so much consciousness into it, there must be a way to get it out. .

If there is nothing to do with the alliance, then he will tell Li Moyi that he has eloped with someone else and will disappear forever in some remote place.

This is why he persisted until the end. If it can be resolved in the empire, that is the most ideal result.

Now...it seems that I really have to go to the alliance to find a solution.

"Professor An..." Yang Xinghe showed a bright smile, which made Ansen's hair stand on end. He had heard other people say that when Yang Xinghe smiled, someone would be in trouble.

"Do you want to see scientific and technological achievements that are 100 years ahead of the empire? Follow me to the alliance. As a recipient of the Platinum Star Medal, I have the right to access the alliance's Class A top-secret documents. As much as you want."

It’s unreliable when you hear it, and even those engaged in MLM and marketing would not speak so untechnically. An Sen obviously wanted to refuse, but for some reason, Yang Xinghe’s voice seemed to be full of magic, and it aroused his deep love for the latest technology. extreme desire.

That kind of impulse is like a young boy seeing his lover lying in front of him very attractively, or like a hungry person seeing a delicious meal... It cannot be suppressed at all, the more he suppresses, the more he misses it.

Reason and emotion collided constantly, Anson bit his finger, hesitating.

"You hesitated, why didn't you follow your heart? If you lose this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Yang Xinghe's succubus-like voice increased the force of his attack.

The string in Anson's brain that dissuaded his body from dying finally snapped.

"Okay, I'll go."

After An Sen left, another resentful voice sounded in Yang Xinghe's head:

"You are using my ability again. Seducing others is my specialty. This body should be handed over to me to control."

"It's up to you?!" Yang Xinghe just got what he wanted, and when he saw Li Mo entering the door with a concerned face, he was in a good mood, and he was so easy to get the sub-personality that was trying to seize the body. Under the sea of ​​consciousness, there is no more sound.

"Why didn't you sleep? Didn't he come to hypnotize you? Or did I wake you up?" Li Moyi sat by the bed with a nervous expression.

Yang Xinghe smiled and held out his hand to him: "I want you."

"Why?" Li Moyi was surprised.

What exactly did that An Sen do to Yang Xinghe, what about hypnotizing him?Why does it seem that the estrus period has arrived?

But now is obviously not the estrus period.

"Which alpha would ask why when his omega said he wanted it?" Yang Xinghe raised his hand and slowly unbuttoned his pajamas. In a moment, his white and clean chest and muscular abdomen were all frank. It fell into Li Moyi's eyes.

Li Mo stared at him dumbfounded, and there was an inexplicable familiar feeling rising from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was. If he still remembered a person named "Xi Bo", he would remember why he was so familiar... However, now, his brain has stopped turning.

"Aren't you okay?" Yang Xinghe raised a provocative arc at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his finger, and picked up Li Moyi's chin, like a complete stinky hooligan.

Faced with such an active and lively scene, Li Moyi's brain "boomed", whatever the reason!Just eat it.

This night, Li Moyi realized that Yang Xinghe, who took the initiative, was more charming than the pitiful and pitiful Yang Xinghe who was at his mercy during the estrous period.

Li Moyi was a little confused, it was obviously not in estrus, why did he keep exuding the alcohol-like pheromone aroma.

But he didn't think too much, he is not an omega, and he doesn't know what an omega's body looks like.He gave himself an explanation: it must be because meeting someone he really likes, omega can break away from the biological cycle.

In the end Li Moyi fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.

Yang Xinghe quietly got off the bed, put on his clothes, put the medicine bottle hidden in his pocket into his pocket, and slowly exited the room.

When the servants and guards saw him, they didn't dare to ask or stop him, and let him leave the First Prince's Mansion.

In a dark corner, there is a very small spaceship parked, it is an ultra-small spaceship that can only seat two people, for young couples to ascend to low earth orbit, and have a little fun.

"Sorry for the long wait." Yang Xinghe sat in and greeted An Sen in the driver's seat with a smile.

Anson turned on the engine skillfully, the spaceship soared into the sky, and soon merged with the bright full moon and disappeared into the sky.

Before the full moon, on the back of the space station, there is a spaceship that can jump continuously and travel through the entire empire and alliance—the Xuanwu.

It wasn't until boarding the Xuanwu that Ansen woke up. He looked out the window at the Gyeonggi planet that was getting farther and farther away, and the small spaceship that was abandoned.

He wailed: "What if Your Highness misunderstands that I eloped with you?"

Yang Xinghe sat in the command cabin, his slender legs crossed together: "He won't misunderstand."

"Oh..." Anson was a little relieved, after all, the people next to the pillow should know each other better.

Yang Xinghe continued: "We really ran out of the empire privately, for short - eloping."

"Ahhh..." Anson began to scratch his hair in distress again.

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Alpha's physical strength has always recovered quickly, but Li Moyi was embarrassed to sleep until noon before waking up. When he touched his side, the bed was empty and had been cold for a long time.

Li Mo was startled, sat up suddenly, grabbed a nightgown and put it on his body, went out and grabbed a passing servant: "Did you see the princess?"

"No."

"Tianlu, find someone!"

From the monitoring records, it can be seen that Yang Xinghe was only wearing clothes, not even carrying a bag, and just walked out of the First Prince's Mansion, into the darkness.Then, in the darkness, a spaceship soared into the sky.

Besides him, there is another person on the spaceship!

Li Moyi felt a mouthful of old blood clogging his chest.

Is it an elopement?

An omega that has been marked will elope with others?

"Zoom in! I want to see who the adulterer is!"

Finally, Anson's unremarkable face came into sharp focus, filling the entire screen.

"Why him!!"

Ever since he met Yang Xinghe, Li Moyi's three views kept collapsing, rebuilding, and collapsing again.

The omega that was marked by alpha eloped with beta?

"Your Highness, where are you going? I have an appointment with Senator Jeremy today, and this afternoon..." The secretary followed Li Moyi holding the schedule.

Li Mo was tall and long-legged, so he entered the hangar in a few steps, and jumped onto his exclusive long-distance voyage spaceship.

Open the mental connection port: "I have dealt with the important matters a few days ago."

Spinal fluid infusion: "daily