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The small transport plane moves from slow to fast on the track, and the ground vibrates slightly. The two people standing in the cabin can feel the whole process of the engine from standby to start under their feet, accompanied by the slight hum of starting, making the wooden horse feel like itself My mind was dizzy for a while.

Of course, there was more than one reason for his dizziness.

Turning his back to the waste of the Trojan horse, he turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes were cool, and he unbuttoned the last button of his shirt.

The ruined windbreaker was thrown at the feet, and the waste who retracted his gaze hooked him up with his toes and put him on the round chair beside him. Seeing him making this movement, the wooden horse felt that this person's legs were really thin and long .

Then he took off his shirt.

Wasted when creating a character in this game, the original data is imported instead of the real-time data. The specific body image refers to before he was involved in the explosion accident. The beauty of the body is much better.

Trojan doesn't think it's a problem with smooth muscle lines. Although he was a technical soldier when he was in the military academy, he also went through multiple assessments before entering the top-ranked military university. The equipment style of the orc camp is more exposed than that of new humans. , Every time I go to a crowded place, the Trojan horse is also the one that is very eye-catching.But it was a waste of making such a movement, removing the sweat-soaked shirt to reveal a smooth back, and the muscles moved and swelled, and it took less than two seconds to play back in his brain for as long as 15 seconds.

If it wasn't a waste of feeling wrong to look back again, the time would probably be longer.

Then he got a bigger hit.

If you can only see the perfect mermaid line on the back and the contrast caused by the top-to-bottom contour to the waist that is very thin and then loosened, then even if you just turn sideways and don’t see the whole picture, but the flat belly The neat lines of the body, the thin muscles tightly bound the bones, or the protruding chest...

The Trojan horse with a low nose suddenly lowered its head.

The waste of the untied belt cast a puzzled third look.

"You don't change your clothes?" What's the matter standing here and watching?

He reached out and touched under his nose, but found no suspicious liquid, and the Trojan raised his head pretending to be calm, "Change clothes?"

After asking this sentence, the Trojan horse realized that his brain hadn't recovered from the short circuit just now.

"Wait a while and get off the plane at the same place. Do you want to be caught again if you don't change your body?"

When he said this, Wasted took off his trousers, and when he fell to his knees, the stupid wooden horse standing beside him suddenly turned around and turned his back on him.

Wasted a little smile in his eyes, and didn't continue to tease, he took out the spare clothes from his pocket and changed them.

"Little classmate, you can turn around now." He packed the changed clothes into his pocket and sat on the only fixed chair wasted.

The wooden horse turned around and saw the well-dressed waste. The double-breasted coat was buttoned properly on the long windbreaker decorated with pure white and black lines. If the color hadn't been changed, he probably wouldn't have imagined what this man had just done.

Don't even think about it! ! !

Trying to let go of his brain, the wooden horse moved to the back of the fixed chair to change clothes. In the past, because there was not enough space in his pocket, he basically would not bring any equipment other than weapons, but this time when he came to <Black Iron Wings>, he thought of going The last time I had a fight with someone, someone took off his clothes so cleanly and subconsciously put on a set.

Turns out... was the hunch correct?

As soon as he changed his clothes and looked up, he saw Waste turning around together with the chair he was sitting on. The black-haired adventurer held his goggles in front of his eyes and looked at the wooden horse through the goggles.

Trojan Horse: "What are you doing?"

"Ah...record a little data." Wasted complexion naturally retracted the goggles into his pocket, as if he hadn't done any dirty uncle's move just now, "By the way, remind you... .”

The mechanical female voice interrupted forcefully.

"Ready, launch."

Small transport planes are ejected from orbit.

Wasted looked at the Trojan horse that was caught off guard by the pressure brought by the speed increase and pressed against the cabin wall, "...is about to launch."

Trojan Horse: ...Damn it, do you dare to say that you didn't do it on purpose? !

After the track was ejected, the interior walls of the cabin changed colors quickly, and the connected square screens lit up, reflecting the scenery outside the cabin. When the Trojan horse stood up from the ground, the cabin looked transparent from the inside.

"You like this?" Although it was very subtle, he still felt a little bit of wasted emotion called joy.

Without the usual sense of falsehood, or adulteration (such as kinky pleasure), the feeling of joy is very real.

The wooden horse didn't realize that he was also happy for some reason.

"The flawless blue sky." A waste of evaluation.

"Indeed," Trojan also nodded, but he didn't express too much surprise and praise, "Did you not go to the Virtual Domain Network very often?"

"How do you know?" Wasted was a little curious.

"There are too many flawless landscapes like Virtual Domain Network, and it's not just the artists of "Homeland" who have worked hard. If you see too much, you probably think that's the case."

"No, I think it's pretty good." Wasted leaned back, and the fixed mechanical chair automatically adjusted the angle to make him more comfortable. "The artist's idea is also quite good."

"Oh," Trojan responded blankly, and the two of them watched the white clouds flow past their feet together. After a few minutes, he suddenly asked, "So what are we doing here?"

Wasted no hesitation in answering "Exchanging information in a place where no one else is."

The wooden horse blinked.

"Did you lose the memory chip I exchanged with you?"

"No."

The Trojan Horse's mouth twitched.

"Isn't all the information exchanged inside?"

"What are you talking about?" Wasted crossed his legs, rested his chin in one hand, and looked at the wooden horse seriously, "Although I have finished reading, I still want to talk to you face to face."

Trojan:_

"About your purpose, and my purpose."

"What's there to talk about? Don't you and I know it well?"

"Who wants to know you well?" Wasted responded unceremoniously, and then he saw the choked and depressed young man opposite him.

"You agreed to never leave?" The wooden horse made the face of an abandoned woman.

Wasted a calm response "Who made a funny comparison with you?"

"Okay." Seeing that there was no way to fool the past, the Trojan horse looked serious, "My purpose...revenge? Or to seek justice?"

Waste: == "Oh."

"Can you add a little emotion when you say this sentence?" Trojan Horse sighed.

Waste: "Oh~~~~"

Trojan Horse: "...and yours?"

Wasted didn't answer but asked "Is it just like that?"

The two looked at each other, the sun was shining in the sky.

The night is fine, but in the daytime, the fake feeling about the surrounding scenery can be clearly detected.

The most obvious point is that under such hot sunlight, the two people in the transport cabin have no part of their bodies that can feel the temperature of the sun.

The air conditioner seemed to be set a bit too low.

The Trojan is still thinking.

"I think so," he said, "I have very close relatives who lost their lives because of the research of the Evo Research Institute. According to my investigation, there are more people who have also suffered such a situation that should not appear in the world." Bad luck in their lives, so..."

Wasted: "So you're calling yourself a savior for them?"

"No..." The Trojan horse wanted to vomit its soul on the table. "It's not for this reason, I just want to..."

Waste: "Isn't this reason enough?"

"That's not what I meant!" the Trojan horse said aloud, and found that the waste did not continue to interrupt "but this is one of the reasons. The evo research institute studies controlled human evolution, but I think..."

Wasted: "Ah, speaking of which, what do you think of the powers you've gained?"

"It's not practical at all, okay?!" The wooden horse suddenly realized, "Wait, what we were talking about just now is not this topic!"

"In a biological sense, the essence of evolution is the change of the gene frequency of the population. The English prefix evo of the Evo Institute comes from the English word 'evolution' and the Latin word 'evolvere'. The opening of things rolled together also refers to the growth, change or development of anything, including the evolution of stars, chemical evolution, cultural evolution or the evolution of ideas." Wasted said suddenly, "However, this word has certain disputes. For a good Chinese translation, I support Mr. Yan’s opinion, it’s better to use evolution.”

The wooden horse was stunned by a long paragraph wasted by the literary youth.

"Evolution is defined as a phenomenon in which biological species differ from their distant ancestors in form and behavior in response to changes in time and space. From this definition, evolution is both macroscopic and microscopic, and belongs to the population rather than the individual .”

Trojan horse ⊙﹏⊙b: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say," Wasted smiled at the Trojan horse, the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes were curved, and his eyes shone like burning under the sun, "Awakening the spiritual body is a direction of human evolution, but the awakened one is now Individuals only, I don't know why you awakened, but mine is traceable, man-made, disturbed by (discovered separated by harmony). Since this is an unnatural niche, it can't let more People are accepted without knowing it, let alone at the cost of their lives, and the citizen's right to life is the most precious thing."

"so?"

Wasted smile: "The purpose is the same, it is worth celebrating...Why did you have a nosebleed? You didn't even have a flow when I undressed just now."

The blushing young man is very cute, Wasted thought silently.

After completing the ascent to the highest point, the transport plane was heading back, the sun was setting, and the Trojan horse sat behind him out of sight and said nothing.

The 51-year-old wastes a quarter of his life and laments his lost youth again.

The approaching <Black Iron Wings> floating city turned an angle because of their advance.

Wasted on the outside to see a lobes that hadn't been seen before.

what?

The author has something to say:

Is it a bit counterproductive to attack...

Wait, this must be my illusion! ! ! !