Feather blades flying together

Geddy saw Chris's appearance clearly, his pupils dilated all of a sudden, it was really important, he went to the pitcher in the corner, picked it up, drank two gulps and poured the rest into the sink to wash his hands, "Put him down."

Although the figures in his eyes were sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, Chris still tried his best to stay awake and looked around.

This should be the site of a doctor. The room is very empty. One side of the front wall is a hollowed-out flat tree like a bogu shelf, which seems to be grown naturally from vines. The green and translucent leaves are still shaking slightly with the airflow. The irregular grids are filled with bottles and cans or rolled fabrics.

Arthur hugged him and walked to the center of the room, stepped on somewhere, the ground slid open, and a piece of soft translucent fabric dangled up from the ground.

Chris was placed on the fabric that rose to more than a meter. Strangely, the object changed shape with the arc of his body, and even the wings, which were still wrapped in a bundle, had a perfectly fitting depression to place them in.

Geddy turned around to pick up something from the shelf, Arthur suddenly leaned over and rubbed against Chris' neck, took a slow breath, "Tsk, just be patient for a while."

Chris's eyes widened suddenly, the target of the words was obviously himself, with a little reassurance, does this person have anything to do with the original body?

But the interjection in that tone was full of twists and turns, and it seemed to have a feeling of unwillingness and disgust.

Does it have anything to do with the so-called "Bliss"?

In a daze, Arthur suddenly approached, brushed off the messy hair on his face with one hand, and almost licked the corner of his mouth very hard.

Chris was stunned. If I remember correctly, the corners of his mouth were covered with gastric juice and blood. If he wasn’t blind just now, his face was messed up. It’s all too careless. ?

And, why does that "Bliss bloodline" feel more and more like an adjective for meat buns surrounded by dogs?

After Arthur finished licking, he took a step back and pretended to be looking at the ceiling to think about life. He smacked the taste in his mouth. The blood was very sweet, and it didn't seem palatable after being frightened, so he must not be frightened when he grabbed it back.

Geddy came over with a tray of bottles and cans, and poured two spoonfuls of the light red liquid into him not too gently.

Chris found that after swallowing the liquid, the burning and painful stomach seemed to be soothed immediately. After the cooling, there was a warm feeling entrenched in the chest and abdomen, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Although falling from a high altitude is quite scary, at most it's just a slap in the throat, and the real thing is the injury to the stomach from the kick.

Geddy didn't know how to use his skill, and pulled the floating roll of soft fabric, Chris was flipped over lightly and turned into a prone position.

The heavy burden on the back was untied, and the falling struggle in the night sky had already distorted the bandages, and it was a little painful. Once it was loosened, the wings fluttered and stretched out.

If I want to describe my current feeling, it is probably the feeling of relaxation after the tightly wrapped mummy is loosened, and every pore is cheering to welcome free breathing. Chris looks at his spread wings from the side, and the wingspan is probably larger than Gable's spacious room was even bigger.

Suddenly he realized what was different, and raised his head with difficulty in a prone position to look at Arthur who was standing in a different position. This guy has no wings? !

Recalling the scene when he hugged himself all the way, yes, he has no wings!

Are there humans in this world who have evolved as successfully as they came from?

The men and women who flew up to the cave to treat their wounds, the guys who fought in the sky tonight, the black-winged guy who sent him down, the guards standing guard in the corridor, this old man called a doctor, all of them have wings...

This Arthur has not had wings since he appeared, and he is definitely a minority in terms of the proportion of people he saw, but the others did not show any abnormalities, and even Black Wing's performance showed that he had a high status.

Are humans and winged beings co-existing peacefully?Or are people like Arthur just an offshoot of Winged Guys in this world?

Arthur noticed that Chris was staring at him in a daze, and didn't dislike his messy face. He gave him a "boo" from the air, raised his eyebrows, and smiled proudly, "Patience, beauty, no Will keep you waiting long?"

Just when Gable straightened a bloody feather that had been pulled, Chris twisted his face in pain, and the "Bah" that had sprayed to the mouth of his throat was forced back.

One of the previous guesses can be invalidated. This guy definitely has nothing to do with the original body. Even if the species is separated through time and space, the appearance of this self-righteous male animal releasing hormones everywhere has not changed at all.

In Chris's interstellar era, women had a term that had been used for nearly ten thousand years and had not been eliminated, "straight male cancer", which should refer to men with virtues like Arthur.

Of course, in that era, this mental state had been judged as a mild mental illness, and it was necessary to talk to a counselor for adjustment.

Classmate Chris, as the new generation of good young people of the Mo Hai Fleet, is absolutely absolutely, and has nothing to do with this kind of problem.

Gedi quickly finished grooming his feathers, cleaned the wound and applied medicine, and finally touched his wingtips, "Stay here to recuperate, stretching out is better for healing."

After finishing speaking, the old man wiped his white hair and glared at Arthur, "Why are you still here?"

Arthur smiled, revealing a few sharp canine teeth, "Yo, how normal am I still! Can anyone see that Bliss is injured and not worry? I just watched quietly like this and didn't disturb you. You have excellent self-control, right? ?"

"Go away," Geddy kicked someone in the air, "don't disturb the old man's sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Arthur seemed to think of something bad because of getting up early, his golden pupils flashed, and his eyebrows frowned, "You are right, for getting up early, good night~"

Before he walked to the wall and pulled up the wall-like fabric, he suddenly took a few strides back to Chris, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Stay quietly, don't leave this room even if you die."

This is, remind yourself? !

Chris was a little confused, friends and enemies were unknown, he turned his head to meet his pupils that seemed to be softer, and nodded unconsciously.

"Good..." Arthur stretched out his hand as if to touch his head.

Gedi threw a cloth towel from afar, "If you're not tired, fill up the water jar! Stay away from him!!"

Arthur stood up and curled up one corner of his mouth, "Cut, stingy old man, his paws are about to be washed and molted, still wash!" He pointed at Chris, "You're cleaning those who really need it!"

Gedi stared, and made a gesture to smash again, and he ran away in a hurry.

Chris looked at the shaking wall curtain, pressed a piece of wet fabric over his head, and although it was not rude, he cleaned his head and face gently.

Geddy emptied the two water jugs, and finally made Chris visible. He even brushed his hair carelessly with his fingers. He was done, and he fell asleep on the other side of the bed.

Chris listened to the movement around him for a few minutes, but soon couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

This sleep was very deep, until I suddenly thought of a slight and pleasant singing voice, which penetrated into my ears like a breeze into the tent, and went straight into my heart.

Chris raised his eyebrows in his sleep, and continued to sleep comfortably, because of the sound, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in his sleep.

Then this comfortable environment only lasted for less than a minute, and a high-pitched and mournful scream went straight into the sky, as if a giant ax split the wonderful atmosphere created by the singing in front.

Chris got up in shock, knelt on the bed and looked around vigilantly. Geddy was still sleeping soundly, and the wings he spread under him last night stood up and wrapped them into a huge cocoon. Type, his whole body was hidden inside, only a slight snoring came from under the wings.

The surroundings suddenly became noisy, and the space divided by these fabrics hanging down was obviously not soundproof, and the chaotic cursing proved that at least ten people lived in all directions.

【Oh, my God, the guy who disturbs people's lucid dreams should be plucked!

Forget it, she is destined to fall from the Tongtian Tower and die!

Whoever helps me get rid of that bitch, I will go with him!

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There are male and female voices, this tone, this kind of words, Chris subtly captured some similar emotional colors from these curses.

The atmosphere is like those jealous dancers in the Imperial Capital Bar...

The owner of that tragic scream didn't seem to feel the disgust of the people around her at all, and was still screaming, and every sound made people feel that she was about to vomit her internal organs and cough up her blood.

After a pause, the owner of the beautiful singing voice seemed to have tried hard to sort out his emotions, and began to sing again, this time in a higher key than the beginning, with a lively and brisk voice straight into the sky.

The two voices were intertwined, and Chris couldn't help covering his ears. Is this a fight?

He lightly kept his balance and jumped off the floating fabric. At first, he staggered a bit because he was not used to the huge wings. After taking three steps, he stood still. The muscle memory of this body helped him fold the wings very smoothly. Back, without bumping into anything, walk to the wall.

When his fingers touched the fabric, he somehow remembered Arthur's warning of "staying here". Finally, he gently opened a slit and looked outside.

A ray of light has just emerged from the clouds, the sun has not yet risen, and the sky is slightly white. In the corridor, apart from the guards from yesterday, there are many more people walking around with wings of various colors.

They stood in two loose rows in front of the colonnade in twos and threes, looking up at the two people flying around in the sky.