I have no pheromones, you smelled wrong

The foreign substance was injected into the flesh and blood, and the soreness and pain spread along the wound, and at the same time, it was accompanied by the numbness of the back caused by the hot and humid touch.

Lin Xu pressed Heinrich's shoulder with his hand, trying to push him away, but Heinrich broke free, hugged Lin Xu and imprisoned him in front of his eyes. Not only did Lin Xu not push him away, the two even Stick it tighter!

The smell of steel and tobacco engulfed him. The complete violation of his private domain made Lin Xu tense and almost out of breath. He stopped hesitating and grabbed Heinrich's silver hair and pulled it back. Inrich tilted his head back in pain, loosened his teeth, blood dripped in the air and fell on Lin Xu's cheek, still hot.

Taking advantage of the time when he was dazed, Lin Xu bent his knees and smashed Heinrich's abdomen. He threw the man away with his hands and quickly got up. On the back of Heinrich's head.

This blow was not light. Lin Xu calculated that he used [-]% of his strength, which was enough to kill the zombies. Heinrich who was hit staggered two steps and fell to the ground in a faint.

Lin Xu threw the murder weapon aside, panted and wiped the bloody hole on his neck. The wound was not deep, and with his physique, he could stop the bleeding quickly, but the injected pheromone made the muscles around the wound ache , the head is also a little dizzy.

The remaining half of the mechanical arm is tenacious, shaking from side to side, as if it wants to attack the intruder Lin Xu. The previous attack when breaking the door was a non-intelligent automatic attack, but the automatic counterattack program was controlled by AI analysis. The thread has set a very high level of authority, even surpassing the AI ​​​​program authority, which made it feel at a loss for a while.

The mechanical arm that exposed the internal cables swayed from side to side, crumbling, and kept flashing electric sparks, looking very miserable.

Heinrich didn't give up much, and his reaction during the susceptible period made him frown even in a coma.

Lin Xu sighed, endured the soreness of the muscles in his side neck, helped Heinrich up and dragged him to the driver's seat and sat down. His head was unsupported and fell down involuntarily. Lin Xu held his face, trying to put him Put your face straight.

The attempt was not very successful. Lin Xu finally stopped Heinrich's head from shaking after repeating it four times, but he also wiped blood on Heinrich's indifferent and sharp face.

He stopped, and without knowing why, he suddenly raised Heinrich's chin with his index finger, and quietly looked at this handsome face, which the interstellar people called a god-given face, with his eyes closed, under the strong light outside the cabin. Heinrich was a little less aggressive, and even though his face was covered with dried and oxidized blood, he was still as calm as the sea of ​​stars.

The divergent thoughts stopped for a moment, how could there be so much blood?

The wound on Lin Xu's neck only shed a few drops of blood, so it wouldn't be possible to smear half of Heinrich's face with blood. other wounds...

Heinrich...

Lin Xu began to nervously examine the skin of Heinrich's neck to confirm that he was not cut by the sharp mutated nails. He paused, his eyes attracted by a black water stain at the junction of Heinrich's left chest and upper arm.

When he touched it lightly with his hand, it was cold and sticky, and the blood was still fresh.

This military uniform is dark ink, with basically no decorations, and when the blood is exposed, it seems to be stained with a water stain. It is unremarkable, and the surface of the military uniform is not damaged.

Lin Xu frowned instantly, and while he was undressing Heinrich's military uniform, he dialed Arnold's communication: "Colonel Arnold..."

Before Lin Xu could ask a question, an exclamation came from the other end: "Thank God, Mr. Lin, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, the marshal was knocked out by me, the starship will not be in danger for the time being."

The marshal was knocked out by a sick and weak civilian Beta?

Before Arnold had time to wonder, he received a low-pitched and quick question from Lin Xu: "Has the Marshal ever been injured? He's bleeding."

The outer military windbreaker had been thrown aside. Lin Xu was not very clear about the structure of the space combat suit. He couldn't find any zippers or buttons, so he grew sharp claws and cut the fabric on the left chest with his fingertips. The bleeding wounds were exposed.

The wound was deep, a combination of wounds of different sizes, more than a finger long, and the old scab that was torn nearby showed that it was not a new wound, it might have been torn again during the fight, and blood was bubbling.

Lin Xu's hands slowed down as he separated the cloth and flesh.

"During the pursuit of the star thief, he left the mecha and entered the opponent's starship, and injured his left shoulder." Arnold replied.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

According to the current medical level, repairing such a wound is only a matter of two or three days. Heinrich is unwilling to go, there must be another reason.

Sure enough, Arnold sighed, hesitated for a while, and decided to tell Lin Xu the truth: "Marshal is a human-dragon hybrid with a special physique. Weapons, after being injured, contemporary medicine is helpless, and can only rely on the slow repair of body tissues, the speed is similar to that of ordinary humans, and they can only do simple treatment by themselves and wait for recovery."

"Is there any medicine that can be used?"

"...the special medicine is on board the Victoria. Don't worry, Mr. Lin. The marshal is in good health, and a little blood won't be life-threatening." Arnold worried that Lin Xu would be afraid of bloody scenes, and it was another susceptibility period for being alone and violent When Alpha stayed together, he just wanted to comfort him, "Have you heard that the dragons on Dragon Star are more severely injured in fights, but they have no medicine at all, and all injuries are due to hard resistance, and now they are all alive and kicking." , and so is the Marshal."

Lin Xu didn't want to say anything about the increasingly brutal treatment methods of the interstellar humans. Based on his experience, he pressed the acupuncture points near the wound on Heinrich's chest to stop the bleeding.

Arnold listened to the silent breathing over there, and continued: "Mr. Lin, I will start the curvature engine for the next voyage, catch up with the fleet as soon as possible, and join them. It may be a little uncomfortable during the voyage. Please bear with me a little. 17 hours."

Lin Xu didn't understand. In the eyes of the adjutant, is Marshal Heinrich Chu a man of iron?

The space distortion and short-term speed increase during the jump or warp speed will cause the passengers on the starship to experience chest tightness, dizziness, and shortness of breath, similar to severe motion sickness and seasickness. Minor issues, take a break to recover.

However, since Heinrich returned from chasing the star thief, he hardly treated the wound more than one finger long. He just took it and put on his military uniform, and was busy for three or four days at banquets, funerals, and on the starship. Forever majestic as ice, not revealing a trace of fragility and pain.

Lin Xu didn't know if Arnold really believed it, or if he had been used to fighting with Heinrich for a long time.

The communication channel was silent for a long time. Just when Arnold thought that Lin Xu would not speak again, Lin Xu's slightly deep voice sounded: "Don't worry about me, catch up with the Victoria as soon as possible. I will stay on the Fengxue temporarily to prevent the marshal Wake up and continue trying to pilot the mecha during the susceptible period."

"... Mr. Lin, thank you."

"Need not."

Seeing the blood flow from the wound slow down, Lin Xu completely cut off the cloth that was torn just now, and made a simple compression bandage for the wound. Heinrich's space combat suit was torn and torn at the moment, and he looked really miserable. Lin Xu picked up the military trench coat and covered Heinrich again.

The hem of the clothes that had been put down set off a gust of wind, and the bloody smell mixed with a faint tobacco-like smell rushed towards him.

The author has something to say:

Two people who love to bite their necks and fight each other.

Marshal's pheromones are not tobacco flavors