Rib Flower [Ability]

"I think I found the location of the base ship that "Thorn Paradise" left here many years ago."

Nightingale flicked a flickering green cursor on the map, and Hero felt that the small bright spot looked like a beast's eye hidden in the dark, peeping at them eeriely.

Under this kind of strange imagination, he seemed to see another silhouette from the shadow behind the lone wolf in his peripheral vision, twisting and twisting, and was about to pounce on her. He subconsciously shouted: " Be careful behind you!"

The two pulled out their laser guns, put on a guarded posture, and turned their heads.The searchlight shone on their backs, and a pile of unidentifiable ship hulls were embedded in the sand layer in disorder, and a large cluster of broken cables hung in the air like dense vines, intertwined into shadows of strange shapes. Nothing else.

"Suspicious baby!"

Ando pressed the highly nervous young man's shoulders and forced him to sit down.

"Most of Sayero's warships were attacked by the enemy. There are often interstellar pirates roaming around on the free planets. In order to compete for war preparations and strongholds, they will do anything, including using biological and chemical weapons—you know those infected with alien viruses How terrible the destructive power of the wild beast is. But Sayero is different, he can deal with those ghosts."

After finishing speaking, the man leaned over to pick up the remote control that fell on the ground, his muscular shoulder muscles stretched and tightened, and the scar across his abdomen from his shoulder seemed to become a little more terrifying.

The speaker is Gu Kun, the oldest mercenary in the team. He is a Southeast Asian in his thirties. It is said that he also participated in the Third World War like Sayero. The frightened character had even fought against Sayero, and the two were on par.After the war, he was recruited into the "Paradise of Thorns", and worked for the interstellar black market with his former enemies.

Helo took a few glances, then subconsciously looked away, and leaned on the back of the chair in confusion, with a sour taste in his chest for no reason.

Even Gu Kun knows the real Sayero better than him.

As both mercenaries, Gu Kun and Sayero have some similarities that Helo can't tell. Perhaps it is the baptism of war that makes them decisive and often unreasonable.

"The real you I know is all made up from other people's mouths after I lost you. How can I be reconciled to this, brother?" Helo sighed in his heart, picked up the table and didn't know who it was. He took a big gulp of his coffee and forced himself to swallow the bitter liquid to extinguish the fire in his heart that was about to scorch him.

It has been burning for many years, almost burning him into a boundless piece of scorched earth.

He was walking alone on this scorched earth, chasing after that person's back, but the distance was getting farther and farther away, so far away that he couldn't reach it.

At this moment, the distress signal that would appear every once in a while "dididi" sounded.

The regular sound of the radio wave immediately cheered Hero up, and he quickly searched for the source based on the electromagnetic wave, and a coordinate position was quickly displayed on the screen.

At the same time, Lone Wolf and Nightingale hurriedly opened the hatch, and placed the electronic map salvaged from Sayero's warship on the table, and everyone focused their attention on it in unison.

"I think there are still survivors in that base ship." Nightingale clicked on the coordinates and looked at Hero, "Maybe Sayero will be there too."

Even though he knew that this was just an unfounded guess, Helo felt that his nerves, which had been pulled to the point of breaking, relaxed a lot, and the hope in his heart swayed out of the ground like a bunch of tenacious weeds.

And this means that what they set foot on the next day will be a dangerous and unknown territory.

After discussing the itinerary for the next day, everyone returned to the living cabin to rest.

With a mess of thoughts in his head, Helo fell top-heavy on the soft air mattress in the living cabin.He felt a little better at not having to sleep in the liquid, but it didn't make him fall asleep at all.

He tossed and turned for a while, and there was a sudden movement from the next door.

Even judging by his toes, he knew that Ando guy was masturbating while watching porn.

This is not surprising, after all, space travel is lonely and long, and everyone needs to relieve loneliness.But that bastard's shout was so exaggerated that even the thick walls couldn't stop it, it was as if he was deliberately calling out to him!

The panting sound became clearer, Helo reluctantly plugged in the earphones, got into the sleeping bag, and took out the electronic diary that was pressed under the pillow.The holographic image is projected overhead in the dark, like a nebula floating in the night sky, silent.

They were the most precious treasures he owned.

His hand wandered unconsciously on the smooth screen, and his consciousness shuttled and indulged in the time condensed in this diary.

Time went back to that evening a long time ago.

The warm red sunlight slanted down on the wet floor of the dressing room, and he walked through rows of neat wardrobes, carefully poking his head and peeking at the figure in his memory.

The young man was lowering his head, carefully wiping off the water droplets on his body, gradually showing gorgeous scale-like patterns on his smooth and muscular back, as if some kind of mysterious and dangerous poison was about to come out from under the skin.Like every time he looked back at the scene at this time, Helo looked at him absent-mindedly until the next moment he appeared.

When he was young, he got out of a cabinet, slipped and fell to the ground in a hurry.

Hearing the movement, the man sitting on the bench raised his head. He still had a cigarette in his mouth. When he looked over, his eyebrows and cigarette butt were raised sideways, and his eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, and fell on him.

"What are you doing hiding there, bunny?"

Helo saw that he was clumsy and wanted to get up in embarrassment, but failed. He slid on the ground a few times with his hands and feet, and was picked up by the man and carried to the chair.

"Kurosaki and the others bullied you again?"

Sayero squatted down, took out the medicated oil from a side cabinet, and applied it to the wound on the boy's forehead.

His coat was still draped over one shoulder, and he didn't bother to put it on. When he bent over, water droplets flowed down his razor-sharpened jawline, making the heart of the peeping man tremble.

This man simply interpreted the word "masculine" to the extreme.

The young man raised his hand in a mysterious way, wiped off the drop of water, met his eyes suddenly, couldn't help but froze, blushed a little under his gaze, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, shrugged pretending not to care .

What he didn't tell Sayero at the time was that he was like a little girl in love with this man ten years older than him, who was, as the bastards said, a "disgusting sissy gay."

"Don't be afraid," Sayero put one hand on his knee, his palm shrunk slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was suppressed, "I will find a way to make those bastards dare not do anything to you again."

When he said this, he flicked the cigarette ash, his long and narrow eyes were narrowed into a slit, and his expression was a little scary.

"I'm not afraid of them, but I don't want to stay here at all, it's like a prison." Helo couldn't help laughing when he heard himself pretending to be deep like a little adult.

"prison?"

The man leaned over to stare at him, put the cigarette in the crack of the chair, held one of the boy's feet, took out a sock and put it on for him.The man's hands are long and well-defined, full of strength, and there are rough calluses on the palm, like the surface of flint and steel.He can never forget the feeling of them touching his body intentionally or unintentionally. Whenever he felt that his skin had turned into dry and fragile bark, he was afraid that he would burn at the touch, and sometimes his heart trembled. yearn for.

With those hands he might take life, but with them weave a shelter for a crow born without feet.

Heluo stood there, his eyes blurred for a moment in the afternoon Hexi sunlight.

"Ok?"

"You don't know what prison is like, little guy, it's much more difficult to stay there than here." The man smiled without raising his head, and as his mouth deepened, a shallow and sexy crease appeared on his lips.

"Have you ever been there?" The young man curiously stretched out his finger and touched the tattoo on his back, not daring to touch it.

"you guess?"

As if sensing something, Sayero raised his head.

The boy quickly withdrew his hands behind his back, and met those charming smoky eyes.

The man's eyes were lazily half-closed, and it seemed that there was a whole forest filled with mist hidden in his eyes. He stood outside it with wide-open eyes, like a lost deer, looking around, but he didn't dare to go deep into him. opened up paths.

"Really don't want to stay here?" After a long time, Sayero broke the awkward silence that made him, and fastened his shoelaces slowly, with a tone of joke, but the knot in his hand was tied very tightly.

In the end, he lit the cigarette again and fiddled with it between his fingers, but he didn't smoke it for a long time.

"Yeah, if you want me to stay until then, I'd rather go to jail." The boy coolly turned his head aside, scratched his nose, but seemed to have a premonition, chasing him nervously from the corner of his eye.

From the perspective of a bystander, he was able to see that Sayero thoughtfully looked at himself as a teenager, clenched his jaw tightly, and gently pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingers.

At that time, the twilight fell under their feet, and the intersecting shadows of the boy and the man were clipped and fell onto the bright watery ground, like two whales surfacing out of the sea and cuddling each other.

When he followed the man out of the cage that had trapped him for several years, it was the first time that he felt the sunshine truly fall on him.

When day and night interweave, the horizon is dazzlingly beautiful, but it is nothing compared to the tall figure standing in front of the "Dragon Ride" against the light.The man sat on the bike in a chic way, leaned down on his fit body, propped his long legs on the ground, stretched out one palm, and spread five fingers towards him.The light behind him blurred his expression, but the hand holding him was so strong.

It was so clear that Herlo would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"Follow me, there is really a threat of going to jail."

Amidst the roar of the huge locomotive, the man said in a low, semi-threatening voice.

He didn't answer anything, only snorted provocatively, and clenched his hand stubbornly.

Helo was stretching out his hands towards the ceiling, following himself in his memory and embracing the man's waist, burying his face on his back, as if he could smell the breath emanating from his leather jacket.

The rough and seductive smell of tobacco, mixed with the fragrance of the perfume called "Poison".

Biao Qi arrogantly spewed out a large gust of airflow from under him, rushing towards the sky, his heart exploded in mid-air like a firework, and every dust that landed was something he could say to him in the future.

I love you brother.

I love you.

He opened his eyes in the real dark night, his eyes were wet, and he stretched his hands down his stomach, only to find that it was already swollen and painful.Wet fingers slid across the screen, and the holographic images began to play randomly uncontrollably, jumping to three years after he was adopted by Sayero.

"Hello, you have to go to school from tomorrow, you are a talented child, you can't always follow me to places like casinos."

He took a tight breath, stopped his hands, and couldn't help being startled.

In the misty bathroom, Sayero sat by the bathtub and scrubbed his body.

The man was only wearing a bath towel, and his half-naked body was covered with mottled scars from fighting competitions, but he was treated with care like cleaning precious porcelain.

"But I want to follow you." He saw himself struggling dissatisfiedly in the water, staring at him with red eyes, "I hate school, and those little kids, they are so childish."

"You are just a little kid, a little rabbit." Sayero pursed his lips narrowly, rubbed his wet head, and hugged him out of the bathtub, "The little rabbit can be washed and put into the oven Already!"

"Let go! I'm not a kid! I can shoot, I can gamble, and I can play tricks!" Helo didn't dare to say that he could also hack into the accounts of every gambler in the casino, and he could take their Funds are used as pocket money.

"But you're still a kid."

Sayero laughed silently, and lightly spanked his ass in feigned annoyance.He buried his face in the man's shoulder and almost cried out of shame, his feet kicking his thigh desperately.

He knew what he was thinking at that time - he couldn't wait to grow up quickly, he only hoped that he could look him in the eye.

Treat him as his lover.

"I hate you, Sayero...I hate you to death."

Helo murmured silently, put one hand into the blanket and moved slowly, closed her eyes in shame and self-loathing, bit her lower lip, and gasped in suppressed pleasure.His throat rolled up and down, and a thin layer of red soon appeared on the transparent white skin.

Looking through the lens of the monitor, in the darkness, the appearance of the young man is as beautiful as a taboo oil painting, which makes people palpitate.

"Zizi..."

There was an imperceptible slight burning sound from the circuit.