He came to the moon with a tractor

Tang Que's desire to kill was not satisfied.

The control agent took effect, forcing the consciousness to enter a deep sleep in three seconds.

His malice boiled like crazy, but there was nowhere to release it.

The last thing I saw was a fox-like smile on Kou Si's face.

I don't know how long it has been raining, and there is still no intention of stopping.

The fog was rising, and the whole city became dark and hazy, and the light of the neon signs seemed much more decadent.

This was the quietest night in Hongcheng, and the cyber lunatics in the graffiti alley hid in the darkness.

The holographic road signs on the street and between the buildings scrolled a few digital codes, and there were icons symbolizing festivals, which were bacteria-like outlines, ugly and weird.

One more day to Metropolis.

According to the usual practice, every city will hold a parade celebration, even in the rainy weather, it never stops.

During this period, entertainment, fighting, sex and lust are prohibited.

People are compelled to keep quiet, and all pilgrims are required to participate in this grand event without exception.

The rain was falling, and the huge and exquisite strange device was placed on the gear flying ship and slowly moved forward in mid-air. The holographic dragon image guarded and swam beside it like a guard.

On each aircraft are different architectural statues, inlaid with gold and beads, and worn on different shapes and shapes of decorative machines.

The combination of machinery and ancient works of art is like a slowly approaching giant pressing on people's heads. It is gorgeous, magnificent, and extravagant, as if it is a circus coming to a banquet from afar.

The Japanese woman dancing on the top of the aircraft was dressed in a kimono, with delicate and ghostly makeup on her face. Although the makeup was heavy, it still couldn't cover up the metallic light on her face.

They spun, holding the piano in their arms, the strings were scattered, and the mechanical sound also sounded, which was the core slogan of this metropolis meeting.

"Firmly establish awareness of digitalization and build a new analog demonstration city."

The hollowness of hypocrisy.

The aircraft shuttled among tall buildings and crossed one street after another.

The residents of Shangcheng District stood on the rooftops of each house, dressed in formal attire, and looked solemnly at the largest metal statue in the middle of the team to pay tribute to their faith.

Like a Buddha or a ghost, with mechanical eyes engraved all over his body.

Sacred, majestic, and weirdly terrifying.

Play music, sing low, dance lightly.

The ethereal tone penetrated the glass, floated in the air, and mixed with the faint incense in the room, which seemed out of place.

The warm light was turned on in the apartment, but the temperature was a bit cold.

Tang Que opened his eyes, and saw the window covered with raindrops and the man leaning against the window at a glance.

He propped up the bed and sat up, and found that his original mutilated position had been restored to its original state, and the severed arm was connected intact, with an extra tattoo on it.

Very familiar.

It was very similar to the plants he had painted before, with red branches spreading out strangely, as if stained with blood.

"Acacia Koua." The man by the window looked at him sideways, "I stabbed it myself, does it look good?"

Tang Que felt something was wrong in his body, and answered irrelevantly, "What injection did you give me?"

Kou Si looked at him, remained silent for a while, then raised his hand like beckoning a dog, "Come here." He pointed to his feet, "Squat here."

Tang Que's body immediately seemed to have received some signal, and made a stiff mechanical sound, creaking.

A force seemed to be fighting in the body, colliding with each other strangely, making him stand up uncontrollably according to Kou Si's order, and walked towards him step by step.

Then squat down obediently.

He lowered his head like a dog, and handed it up to Kos to stroke.

This was a move that Tang Que would never do, and he, who was passive, immediately understood that it was a control agent.

I heard from Dr. Madman before that no matter how perfect the body of a bionic human is, there are still unavoidable dead spots. Once someone uses new energy to make a high-concentration control agent, they can only be driven by others.

But the difficulty is great, and the possibility is very small.

In recent years, only one bionic person has been injected with control agents. Like a puppet, many people have been killed, and he is arbitrarily driven as an extremely dangerous killing weapon.

After spending so much effort, Tang Que couldn't see his purpose, "Tomorrow, you will be preparing to enter the [-]th district in Metropolis, do you still have time to do this stuff?"

Kou Si pinched his slightly curly black hair, which was thin and soft, and felt good to the touch. He smiled and said, "I'm willing, it's up to you."

He straightened up and looked out the window. The police team downstairs flashed various prohibition signs, trying to create a seriousness before the conference.

Kou Si's evil taste was fully satisfied at this time. He looked at the topless Tang Que with a cold face, and couldn't help stretching out his feet to hook his chin. "The taste of violating the prohibition is really exciting, especially watching Your face."

Tang Que couldn't tell when he was wearing clothes, but the muscle lines looked really good after taking it off.Like a person who came out of an underground boxing ring bathed in blood, his broad back is tense, and one can't help but want to... tame him.

He was kneeling on one knee, with long eyelashes covering his eyes, Kos didn't see his emotional expression, and the expected anger that should appear was nonexistent.

Only the small crescent-shaped scar at the corner of the eye looks extremely evil.

Kou Si said softly, "I used to like to stand here and watch the bullshit celebrations outside the gold and jade. It is solemn and solemn, and it is full of bells and whistles. It seems that this dirty city has been washed clean."

He smiled, "But this time, the wonderful scenery outside the window is not as good as that in my room."

Just as the tenth flying ship passed by, the red holographic dragon moved slowly, with a strange brilliance.

Surrounded by blue smoke, the man loosened the collar of his shirt, bent down, and the black leather shoes on his feet were polished very brightly, making his eyes sting.

Holding a half-burned cigarette in his hand, he handed it to Tang Que's mouth, with malicious intent, "Robot, can you smoke?"

Tang Que looked at him and said coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The scent of blue smoke became clearer.

He was so close that Tang Que inhaled all the smoke he exhaled into his lungs.

The smoky kiss was instant.

Kou Si said softly, "Damn it."

Tang Que: "?"

Kos pointed to himself, "Me."

The effect of control agents has been tested many times.

No matter how much the consciousness resists, the body behavior is completely obedient, a slight resistance will cause the counterattack of the control agent, the body will become stiff, and every joint will feel like a screw has been twisted.

Tang Que was very obedient.

That's the expression, cold as if peeling garlic, completely boring.

On the surface, it seems that affection is gradually growing.

In fact, a provocative bottom line, in fact, research, by the way, lustful.The other has a hidden murderous intent, with a curiosity-seeking mentality and meaninglessness to explore the unknown.

The holy festival is meaningless trampled by them.

Kou Si grabbed Tang Que's hand, took something out of nowhere, and put it on his wrist slowly, "I'll give you back your prayer beads."

The red bead strings overlap with the gorgeous tattooed mangroves on the forearm, the Buddha image is broken, and the wood and sandalwood seems to have changed its smell.

"You still look good in it."

The jade stone was forced to be dyed crimson, but it was still gentle and alienated.

At this time, it seems that it is very suitable for interrogation.

Tang Que looked at him, "What are you doing in District [-]?"

Kos said hoarsely, "The fourteenth district...there is what I want."

"What? Is it related to Dr. Madman?"

"none of your business."

"The control agent is about to expire." Tang Que lowered his voice, "Have you thought about how to escape?"

Kou Si: "What's the hurry. Continue."

Simulated mechanical cows have been used.

Checking the user's happiness value.

---Five%

Great experience.

/

Strictly speaking, bionic Tang Que is not a bionic body.

He is just covered with a layer of skin, and the inside is full of mechanical bones, even a certain organ.

His birth was not a creation given by humans.

It's just a cleaning machine that picks up garbage, fused with energy from a certain lost frontier, and has its own consciousness and body in this mysterious alien.

Despite countless battle damage, it is still perfect.

It is in line with all respected and powerful cognitions of human beings.

After being controlled to do some incomprehensible behaviors, he gradually understood the original pursuit of human beings.

Perhaps a little joy in pain can give them comfort and new life.

The exquisite silver mechanical body is hidden under the skin, it runs quietly, but gradually becomes full of vitality.

And became more and more crazy, unable to restrain the cold rational data.

Follow orders and follow settings.

It seems to resist fusion in contradiction, but it is the best mechanical tool in the world.

Incomparable, Kos seems to have landed on the moon, not as a human being, but as a spaceship.

There is a man with the most beautiful wrench, repairing his rusty body.

"The 404 era has been greatly deleted"

I don’t know what Niuzi is writing below, but now consciousness and love are not allowed to exist, so everything has to be clean and tidy, stand on the top of a pure mountain to discuss academic significance, and can’t shoot a little bit of emotional life, otherwise it’s just mortal sin.

I understand and don't understand.

But I am willing to cooperate and make changes.Originally, there were more than 1000 words of consciousness love under Niuzi. In order to cooperate with Jinjiang and avoid being jb, I deleted them all, but I had to fill in the number of words. A pile of symbols, but the symbols are marked black, I think for a long time, what can I do to make up for it?Take my life?

Because I really don't know what to write between the normal physiological needs, so that everything looks plain, well-regulated, and in line with the cleanliness of today's era.

What should I write to make you agree and make you feel that men and men can only be brothers, not even hugging.

I'm not asking Jinjiang, I'm asking the people who caused all this, do you have hidden diseases?

Because you can't do it yourself, you want to make the whole world pure and flawless?

But many people don’t have hidden diseases, even if we don’t write, even if there is no influence of novels, what should happen will still happen.

My suggestion is, it's better to cut it all off.

Such a world would be beautiful.

No matter what you write, it will not bring down the next generation.

Because everyone is gone.

Another way is to turn everyone into a mermaid, which is also very beautiful. When you see each other, you can swim together, and at most touch your tail, it is very pure, isn't it.

I'm just filling up the word count, and I have no other intentions.

If you finish it, you still don’t give it, haha, it’s better to kill me.

Of course, I just said it casually. If I don’t give it, I will continue to modify it. Who told me to work hard and abide by the rules.

I just lick like that.

Jinjiang, I will change whatever you want me to do, no complaints, no complaints.

I am willing to accompany you through this period of 404 and will never leave you. At that time, you must remember me as a poor wife.

There are still five hundred words left, I really don’t know what to say, why not tell a fairy tale.

Once upon a time, there was a bell. Its name was Myanmar Bell. It liked to burrow into dark places. It was very shy. When talking to people, it dared not open its eyes to look at them, and often hid itself.

But it is very brave, it likes to take risks, so it often runs around in the big forest, sometimes slides and dances in it.

Many people want to make friends with it, but they hide it from their friends.

Mian Ling felt particularly wronged, was it because she was not good-looking, but she was obviously very beautiful.

At this time, a person named Finger told him, "Don't be sad, don't be sad, your fate is like this, you are destined to be hidden, because you are the most beautiful only in the dark place."

People just like to discover beauty and hide it.

You never know, there is nothing wrong with some existence itself, what is wrong is how you look at it, and different perspectives will have different appearances.

If you're a dog, the happiness you see is just shit.

But if you are a fairy, the happiness you see is a huge fairy peach.

Give it a go, I'm tired.

Wish you happy.