Chapter 5 You Look Like My Mom

    Qiao Han lay on the hospital bed, closed his eyes, and counted his breaths without distraction.

    She completed an average of 18 breathing cycles per minute, which translates to 25,920 a day. In the solar system, stars take exactly 25,920 years to complete the zodiac. For the Perseids, time and frequency are very important factors, which are the bridge to communicate with the inner microcosm and the entire macrocosm.

    As his chest rose and fell, Qiao Han absorbed the energy of the cosmic radiation bit by bit, slowly restoring his mental strength, and part of the energy was guided to form an invisible protective shield.

    Although it looks like she's just sleeping and vulnerable, that's not the case.

    So just now Mai Yingze asked Qiao Han if he wanted to arrange guards, and Qiao Han said no.

    If Long Qianye dared to sneak attack in the middle of the night, she would let him know that aliens are not easy to mess with.

    But in fact, Long Qianye in the other bed has no energy to make troubles.

    The halo array is not only his weapon, but also the main body of his spiritual power. When the light array exploded, his spiritual power also exploded, and his consciousness fell into chaos and deep buried memories.

    "Wife, come and see. Look at the test results. Our Aye's physique and mental strength are double S. He is a genius. Do you understand a genius? It's not surprising that he can walk and talk for eight months. Don't listen to other people's nonsense. What a monster, we, Ah Ye, are the smartest kids in the entire northern border."

    "Aye, although we don't have the protection of a family, Dad will work hard to become a great knight in Beiqi City and establish our own family. When the time comes, Aye says he wants to be a great knight, and the children of those families will not dare to laugh at you.

    " Wife, take Ah Ye quickly, someone has opened the crypt, and the army of black demons has arrived at the city gate, I want to blow up the city gate to stop them, hurry up!" The sky was full of flames, the mountain

    path, a woman in an apron hugged a small The boy ran desperately, and behind her, an ominous black devilish energy was chasing after her.

    The woman was out of breath, and her strength was gradually exhausted. The demonic energy was getting closer and closer, and the atomized black demon let out a strange laugh.

    The little boy's beautiful black eyes were filled with tears, and he stared at the Dark Demon with resentment.

    Suddenly, the woman tripped and lost her balance. The moment she fell, she twisted her body and landed on her back to protect the little boy.

    But this position caused her ribs to be crushed, causing her to be unable to move in pain.

    The little boy finally couldn't help crying, shouting "Mom, Mom" ​​to help the woman up.

    The black devil caught up with the mother and the son, and his devilish energy strangled the little boy's neck, trying to drag him away from the woman.

    "No! Don't eat my child! Ah Ye, don't be afraid, mother will protect you!"

    The woman cut open the back of her hand with her nails, the smell of blood attracted the magic energy, it let go of the little boy, jumped on the bloody hole, and greedily sucked the flesh and blood .

    "Let go of my mother!" The angry little boy condensed his mental strength without a teacher, and slashed at the black demon frantically.

    At first, the black demon didn't take it seriously, but when it found out it was too late, it fought back hastily, but was split into a puddle of black water by the little boy, and the remaining devilish energy hit the little boy unwillingly, leaving a cyan pentagram on the back of his neck scars.

    "Mom, mom."

    The woman knew she couldn't live anymore, and she raised her hand to wipe away the little boy's tears in the flash of light.

    "Aye is a man, you can't cry. Mom can't protect Aye anymore. From now on, Aye has to work hard. He can bully others, but he can't let others bully him." "Be good." The woman's voice was as soft as the white mist in the morning, and it curled away

    .

    The little boy hugged his mother's body, biting his lip and holding back his tears.

    In the night wind, he smelled the sweet and creamy fragrance left on his mother's apron. Today was his second birthday, and his mother made him a cake.

    Ah Ye has no mother, no father, Ah Ye only has himself.

    From that day on, Long Qianye never behaved again. Because no one will protect him, no one will coax him, they yell at him, scold him and beat him, they call his resistance crazy, they say he is violent in his bones, and he is not a good thing by nature.

    No one knows that Long Qianye, who doesn't eat cakes or sweets, likes to smell the sweet aroma of butter.

    But he never smelled it again.

    During the brutal training and endless killings, all he could smell was the smell of ammunition and blood.

    until today.

    He smelled the sweet aroma of milk again, and a soft voice said to him: "Good boy."

    Mom, is that you? Ano misses you so much.

    Qiao Han, who had absorbed the energy, suddenly opened her eyes, and she turned to look at the curtain, on the other side was Long Qianye.

    The heartbeat at this frequency is too slow.

    Qiao Han sat up and opened the curtain.

    A bottle of nutritional supplements had been finished, but Long Qianye's face was devoid of color, his chest heaved almost completely, his muscles were weakly relaxed, his frowns were loosened, and his unruliness faded away, making him look fragile and depressed.

    Qiao Han was a little puzzled, why he suddenly lost the will to survive.

    Blue Stars are really troublesome.

    Qiao Han jumped out of bed and walked to Long Qianye's hospital bed, his spiritual power penetrated into his mind.

    The vast and pure spiritual power guides the disordered consciousness into the right track.

    Long Qianye got rid of the chaotic memories, and his complexion gradually improved.

    Withdrawing his mental power, Qiao Han took a second to feel the contempt, and gave Long Qianye a blank look.

    "Hey," Bai Nen's little hand patted someone's face, and his soft voice said without sincerity, "Live well."

    At least wait until the verdict is passed before dying.

    However, the drowsy person was somehow inspired, and his vital signs became stronger.

    Qiao Han returned to the bed and lay down, continuing her breathing.

    Nothing to say all night.

    As the moon set and the sun rose, Long Qianye's long eyelashes flickered slightly on the hospital bed, and he slowly opened his eyes. He had a long, long dream, and he didn't quite remember the content of the dream, but there was a long-lost sense of peace in the dream.

    His bloodshot eyes were sore and uncomfortable. It took him a while to see clearly that this was not a prison cell, but an infirmary.

    Long Qianye only came to the infirmary on the first day of his imprisonment to receive a medical examination. He was responsible for sending people here at other times.

    His physical condition seemed to be better than expected, Long Qianye noticed that there was an infusion stand next to his bed, and a bottle of spiritual nourishment was on the shelf.

    He raised his hand, and sure enough there was a needle hole on the back of his hand.

    In the prison, mental strength nutrient is a rare medicine, and the prison doctor is willing to use it for him? Why? Was it the idea of ​​the little loli warden? Why? Want to heal him and torture him again?

    Long Qianye thought of the sweet scent he smelt before he fell into a coma, and the soft "beautiful" that seemed coquettish and persuasive, and felt sour for no reason.

    Cut, he is not rare.

    Wanting to subdue him, she is dreaming! Even if he dies next time, he will drag her along with him!

    There was a pain in the back of the neck for no reason, Long Qianye frowned, thinking that he had hurt his neck, he kneaded his neck, and slowly turned his head and neck.

    Turning around, his eyes fell on the partition curtain.

    The curtain was not drawn tightly, and the person on the bed next door could be vaguely seen.

    It's the little loli warden. Her surname seems to be Joe, but I don't know what her first name is.

    Holding his breath, Long Qianye got out of bed, walked through the curtain, and came to Qiao Han's bedside.

    She sleeps peacefully, defenseless and easy to kill. Long Qianye licked his lower lip, feeling a little itchy.

    By accident, he glanced at the infusion stand beside her bed.

    It's empty, with no nutrient bottles.

    The half-stretched hand suddenly stopped, and after a while, the slender and powerful hand slowly lifted up, and then touched its owner's nose.

    Long Qianye looked a little uncomfortable, muttered "I'll let you off this time", and returned to his hospital bed.

    Lying down together, the sky was bright outside the window, a seagull flew to the window sill and pecked at the glass.

    Long Qianye glanced at the white seagull, and waved his hands, signaling that he was fine.

    The seagull happily flew around the window a few times. Seeing that the only blue star friend who could understand it was not interested in chatting, his little head tilted and he flew away sullenly.

    The corner of Qiao Han's mouth hooked slightly on the hospital bed.

    She already knew that Long Qianye had some kind of connection with this seagull. She noticed yesterday that there was only this one seagull in the whole Falling Star Island, and this seagull was also there when Long Qianye beat people.

    I don't know what the link between him and this seagull is. Could it be that he has other abilities besides spiritual transformation?

    With doubts in his heart, Qiao Han rejected Wu Yi's proposal to let Long Qianye go back to the cell for the next two days, and let Long Qianye live in the infirmary on the grounds of recuperation.

    Of course, she also used the same excuse to stay in the infirmary and continue to observe quietly.

    Not saying a word, not saying a word, after two days, Qiao Han and Long Qianye got along quite harmoniously.

    Wu Yi, who originally expected the two to fight again, waited and waited until his eyes were sore, but he didn't see the two fight.

    The sun was setting, and orange light shone through the glass windows on the floor of the infirmary. The checkered floor has just been mopped, and the wet moisture reflects an orange-red light, like pieces of hawthorn cake spread on the floor. The seagull outside the window seems to have misunderstood it, wandering around on the window sill tirelessly, looking into the house from time to time.

    Sang Mian opened the door and walked in, he came to bring Qiao Han dinner. After entering the door, he subconsciously looked at Long Qianye's hospital bed.

    Huh, great, the Great Demon King is not here.

    Since the last time Long Qianye passed out half of the people in the cell, everyone stopped calling him a lunatic and called him the Great Flame Demon King, or Great Demon King for short.

    As for Qiao Han, everyone called her the warden.

    Sang Mian walked briskly, and put the food on the table.

    Seeing his cheerful appearance, Qiao Han didn't say anything about the fact that Long Qianye was in the inner examination room and might come out at any time.

    After the meal was prepared, Sang Mian took out a tube of green meal replacement solution and placed it next to Long Qianye's bed.

    The composition of this meal replacement liquid is similar to vegetable paste, but it is much thinner, easy to store, easy to transport, and low in cost. After the sea monsters raged, it replaced normal food and became the "dinner" of prisoners.

    Qiao Han glanced at the meal replacement liquid. Sanwu products didn't even have an ingredient list. The manufacturer was a small factory invested by the Wu family.

    "Prisoner, um, um, Inspector Geng asked me, when do you plan to arrange the punishment of Long Qianye, let me tell him in advance so that he can hand over to the production department." The author has something to say: Manuscript box

    : Today is Children's Day, little pong friends should have a little pong friend's son, obediently shrink your head back, how many chapters I have saved manuscripts, but Yu Nu has no melons.