Therapy Planet No. 13

is that so?

If sacrifice is necessary, why should it be her and the people around her?

Dawn blinked, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Riley, if progress is necessary, will you sacrifice?"

Riley obviously didn't expect Dawn to ask the question out of the blue, but it didn't hold her back much.

She hugged Dawn tighter, her tone warm and firm: "Well, I will."

if necessary.

The slight gasp was amplified in his ears, and Liming instinctively wanted to ask "why", but after thinking about it, he felt that his actions were unnecessary.

Dawn gently hugged Riley, his blue eyes fixed on the projection screen - the evening news was over, and after scrolling through the list of people, the program automatically jumped to a scientific lecture Riley watched before: black holes according to the algorithm. how is it formed.

Applause sounded sparsely.

Dawn's voice was covered by the sound of music, and she gave a soft "um", with the same gentleness and firmness as Riley: "I know."

I know.

But I don't agree.

***

"I disagree."

The cold voice fell heavily to the ground, accompanied by the sound of the glass shards that were picked up by the glass falling heavily on the ground and splitting the air.

Silence spread like a dead silence.

Breaking through the silence, there are countless meteorite turbulence outside, and there is a naturally formed safe place in the chaos of frantic galloping.

Like a cave in a strange forest, or a shutter hole behind a waterfall.

There is always no shortage of natural safe places in danger. Turbulence interferes well with the detection detectors of some of the Federation scattered in the universe. The specially protected transition points allow people living here to enter and exit freely.

A flickering light spot suddenly appeared in the darkness in the distance, white, with suppressed fiery, slowly expanding, condensing into a line, and gradually unfolding a layer of fine and long strips on the horizon.

All of a sudden!

Two suns rose at the same time from both ends of the broad band, and the long white band suddenly ignited a cluster of highly dense flames, as if to pierce the retina of the **** in an instant.

After a few seconds, the light returned to normal, and the colorful world was in full view under the suspended buildings.

The northern star field, the main star of the twin galaxies, the largest suspended ocean-themed restaurant on the White Light Continent.

As if the anger just now was an illusion, Lucaston paused, his fingers flicked slightly, and the intellectual brain in charge of this private room issued a charming and sweet voice:

"Hello! Please replace it for you..."

"Um."

Lucas cut him off.

As soon as the voice fell, a circular tray stretched out the folding mechanical arm and opened the door of the private room. There was a brand new glass on it. The light blue sheen reflected the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a brittle touch. The cold sharp.

"But I have already got the Queen's Egg."

Boyd sat across from Lucas, his usual smile gloomy.

This box is not very big, there is just a square dining table for two people to sit face to face, with local seafood barbecue on it, quiet and elegant environment, high consumption, and comprehensive security system, all of which are for the rich. Provide a good place to talk.

He had a white napkin on his lap, and in his hand a small hammer that he used to knock the shells of Bobo crabs.

- This kind of sea crab is a local specialty, the meat is very delicious, but the shell is so hard that even a common mallet can't chisel a crack.

The small hammer plated with silver trim perfectly hides its powerful attacking power under its gorgeous appearance. It is held in the hands of slender fingers, and even has the elegant beauty of a concert hall baton.

"Her Majesty Fernando, who was deliberately trying to get benefits from us before, has become difficult to do, as long as we hatch the new Her Majesty—"

Boyd stretched out his index finger, pressed the silver handle of the small hammer, and tapped the crab shell lightly with the "baton".

click.

A slight crunch rolled onto the plate.

Along with the sound, there is also the milky white sauce that has been processed by the top chef in advance, and the crab roe that is crackling on the china plate.

Another major feature of Bobo Crab is that the crab roe is elastic and chewy. It can even hit the plate with a crisp sound like raindrops.

"—By that time, we can have a whole new Zerg that is completely at our command."

The corner of Lucas's mouth hooked upwards, as if sneering.

He put the crab meat on his plate into his mouth, the crab meat was tender and juicy, and the delicious meat fragrance quietly creeped into the whole space.

Lucas ate the whole piece of crab meat slowly, and snorted softly: "Then get infected with your virus, and within a day, all of them will be dead, and we will lose a large number of potential allies."

"If your allies are those inhuman cowards who just wait and see." Boyd snapped his words, "With all due respect, they are useless for war."

"What's the difference between you and the current Federation?"

Lucas suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to convince Boyd: "The establishment of the Free Alliance is based on the dictatorship of the Federation. Although they are under the banner of respecting ethnic equality, the important seats in the parliament are almost occupied by the Terran. Especially Earthborn."

The tip of the knife in his hand turned abruptly, facing the other things on the plate in front of him.

"The crab that occupies the most area on this plate is the crab, but there are other things in it besides the crab."

The tip of the knife slowly cuts through the fish, shrimp, and shellfish inside.

"We are something else."

"It's no use just shouting slogans." Boyd chuckled and picked up a crab claw the size of a palm, "The famous White Shark wants to rely on slogans to gain power—you made the captain's successor back then. Not so merciful when he was killed."

Mentioning the past, Boyd's tone could not help but be a little more nostalgic.

He sighed with emotion: "I've been by your side since you were just a team captain. For so many years, you have climbed up in the open, and you can hand it to me when you can't do it yourself."

Boyd stood up from his seat with a "swipe", his body slammed forward, and the hammer in his hand was changed to a knife at some point.

The not-so-sharp blade was coldly attached to Lucas's throat, and there was an extra three points of evil on his androgynous face.

"You are the light, I am the shadow, if you want to be a white shark, I will be your sharp tooth, just because I believe you can—and have the ability to change the pattern of the sea. Now you tell me you can't speak?"

His tone was sarcastic: "Is something wrong with me? Or is something wrong with you?"

Lucas didn't stop him, the long scar on half of his face had a ferocious aura, but what he said was the exact opposite.

"Boyd, war is not an end, it's a means."

His eyes are firm, and the dark blue pupils hide the depth of the deep sea.

"Our armed forces are not for attacking others, but for self-protection."

The eyes of the two were **** for tat, but neither let the other.

"You've been with me for so many years. You should know exactly who I am."

Lucas pulled out a faint smile: "What the Liberty Alliance seeks is always equality - and this is just what the federal government should have done from the very beginning, but they didn't."

"But even so, the federation has only been corroded, but it has not been rotten from head to toe."

"My ancestors were the founding fathers of the federal government. Even when he died, he never gave up his beliefs."

"I can't see the ruthlessness of your ancestors!" Boyd couldn't help interrupting Lucas, his voice was angry.

Lucas looked calm: "Do you know what the family motto Tang Wanxing left to our Tang family?"

The white light condensed into a line from the window, like a thin blade, separated from the tip of the nose of the two, and the strong light shook the retina a little.

"Violence, never solves problems."

Lucas was not angry, but the words he said were intertwined, leaving Boyd no chance to breathe.

"Have you ever thought about how many people will die once the war starts, using your black death virus, infected soldiers, and the number of people who died in the war? How many people will be like you, who lost their relatives since childhood and grew up in hatred ?"

"I never knew you were so sentimental." Boyd's words were still sharp.

Lucas sighed: "It's not sentimentality, but consideration. And even if we are defeated, what will happen to the remnants of the Federation? Once the battle begins, it will be an endless situation. What we have to do is not only defeat it, but defeat it. ."

"Anyway, what you mean is that you won't do it unless you have to, right?"

Lucas defaults.

"So now the Federation has killed you with a knife and you are indifferent?"

"That's just a cover, a cover for the people to see," Lucas said.

As soon as he changed his words, the light from the outside also rose to the bridge of the nose of the two of them, like a thin layer of light that penetrated into the deep sea, turbulent, shattered, but unusually calm.

"I have made contact with the inside of the federation. The coup... doesn't have to be violently broken from the outside."

"Rod?" Boyd laughed exaggeratedly as if he had heard some serious joke. "Now that the hawks are in power, they want us to do it first and then find a way to fight, you and Rod? Are you kidding me? "

Lucas mentioned a name: "Joshua."

Boyd's words choked halfway.

Lucas's tone was gentle: "You see, not everyone likes to fight."

But Boyd's surprise only lasted for a brief moment.

He suddenly retracted the knife, cut off the beam of light outside the window, and said in a cold voice, "Let's wait for him to take power."

"My dear captain, you have always taught me what to say and how to do... Didn't your ancestors tell you that violence can't solve the problem? Then you also listen to my words: I don't need to solve the problem, I just need to use Violence - smash it."

"If you want justice and equality, yes, let's see, who will the crew vote for? How many crew...will reject violence?"

He took a step back, put his three fingers together, bent his little finger, nodded his **** on his forehead, and gave a serious military salute.

"See you in Parliament."

The author has something to say: In fact, there is another sentence, after thinking about it, it does not fit the context, so I didn't write it ()

Forgot who said it, roughly saying: I believe there is no problem that cannot be solved by communication, and that is the source of all violence.

as well as:

I want to open a new pit of fantasy words, whether you want to eat romance or not, whether you are interested or not, I would like to trouble you to order a collection (so that the data is better and easier to climb the list x)

In addition, whisper bb: When did my romance disappoint Lily readers! ! It's really a surprise to click in (hey-)

Click into the author's column

The first one is.

Title: "Records of Ancient Salted Fish Cultivating Immortals"

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Xiuxian Xiaotong once traveled to the modern age, and thanked God for the first time:

The air conditioner is on, the wifi is on the bottom,

An ancient monk of mine swears to God!

This Immortal Cultivation World - I'm not going back!

#hee hee hee, chilled seedless watermelon is delicious

#Xiu Xianjie's asceticism tm is not the life of human beings

#Don't try to stop me from living an ordinary fat house and salted fish life

What? You group of scholars who claim to be descendants of monks want to revive the world of immortals?

My ancestors were the first... to stand aside.

Slip away, as long as you don't get involved with me and other scumbags, you'll be happy.

Practice against the times? Stop dreaming, wash and sleep, there will be an update tomorrow [x