When the starship landed at the starport, it was evening in the capital star Leto. The thin clouds were blown away by the wind, and the shapes of two satellites appeared in the pale blue sky.

Qi Yan was the last one to walk out of the corridor connecting the starship and the ground.

From the Messier region to the capital star Leto, a total of six wormhole jumps are required. Qi Yan rarely traveled far in recent years. It was only when he got on the starship that he found that he had a new problem - dizziness.

Dizziness, palpitations, and difficulty breathing. The 27-hour interstellar voyage made him think that he would die on the starship. Maybe because his face was too pale, even the flight attendant couldn't help but put a medical robot next to his seat, just waiting for him to get into trouble, and the medical robot immediately jumped into the rescue.

Coming out of the corridor bridge, Qi Yan saw the empty parking area at a glance. A big red suspended car was parked in the middle, with its teeth bared. Next to the car stood a tall young man in a bright green coat, waving at him with a bright smile.

Comparing this man's appearance with the holographic image he had received before, the overlap rate reached 97%, and Qi Yan walked over.

"You must be Qiyan! I didn't see you coming down just now, and I thought I remembered the wrong shift." Xia Zhiyang has a baby face. In order to make himself look more mature, his hair is waxed and three skull silver rings are buckled on his earlobes. He looked at Qiyan, a little nervous, "Do you still remember me, Xia Zhiyang, I used to live next door to your house. My mother said that we played toys together every day!"

Leto's stable gravitational field finally made people feel much more comfortable. Qiyan nodded: "I remember."

Hearing the answer, Xia Zhiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

His mother said that Qiyan had been away for more than ten years. This was his first time back to Leto. He was unfamiliar with the place. The friendship of three years was also friendship. Now was a good time for him to build a good relationship.

But his mother obviously overlooked an objective fact: Who can remember things that happened when they were two or three years old?

While Xia Zhiyang was muttering to himself, he heard Qi Yan continue: "I still remember that summer when I was three years old, at your house, you stepped on the water on the floor, fell, hit the display shelf, and broke five antique vases. After your mother came back, you cried and pointed your finger at me, saying that I broke them."

Xia Zhiyang was stunned: "You still remember this? Hahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was young at that time, and my survival instinct was strong. If my mother knew that I broke five vases, I would be dead!"

He was a little curious about how Qi Yan could remember such a long-ago trivial matter clearly. On second thought, maybe the other party was just like him, being caught by the adults at home and reviewing a lot of childhood things.

Without thinking any more, Xia Zhiyang pressed the button, and the door of the suspended car parked nearby opened like wings, revealing the spacious space inside the car.

Xia Zhiyang boasted without any reservation: "Is it cool? I saved up my pocket money for half a year to buy it. It's the latest model, and there are only 100 of them in the entire alliance!"

Qi Yan had never seen this type of suspended car before. He glanced at the glimmering control panel, subconsciously analyzed the control mechanism, and replied, "Cool."

After getting in the car, the glimmer of the control panel was fully lit. Xia Zhiyang held the red control rod and asked with a smile: "You haven't been back to Leto for more than ten years. Do you want me to take you around? The Sky Diamond Plaza is not bad. It has always been ranked in the top three of the 'must-visit places in Leto'!"

Qi Yan rested his elbow on the window, and his sleeves slid down, revealing his cold, white and thin wrists. He supported his temples: "I'm a little tired today."

"Yeah, interstellar migration is not comfortable, especially when you exit the wormhole, you will be squeezed. Then I will take you home to have a nap, and we will meet again in two days?" "

Not going to Qi's house." Qi Yan gave an address, "Can you take me there?"

"Yes, of course!" Xia Zhiyang agreed quickly, while blaming himself in his heart. Everyone knew about the troubles of the Qi family. If Qi Yan went back now, he would be so angry that he would not even have time to rest.

Thinking of this, he felt a little sympathetic to his friend whom he had not seen for many years. Not only had he been exiled to a remote planet in the Messier region for more than ten years, but someone had also occupied his home, and it seemed that his health was not very good.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhiyang could not help but glance at the co-pilot Qi Yan from time to time.

Qi Yan sat in a relaxed posture, wearing a burgundy shirt, looking out the window, with no obvious expression on the half of his face that was exposed. His skin was cold and pale, making Xia Zhiyang wonder if he had lived in a place where the sun didn't shine for many years.

He looked... very good-looking, with eyes that were curved inward and outward, eye arcs like the moon, and slightly raised at the end of the eyes. Now he half-closed his eyes in a listless manner, with a bit of nonchalant coldness.

Comparing his appearance with Uncle Qi in his memory, Xia Zhiyang guessed that Qi Yan should look like his mother.

The suspended car was driving on the slow lane, and Xia Zhiyang deliberately slowed down. He introduced while holding the joystick: "On the right is a park that was opened a few years ago. It is said that it gathers many animals and plants from other planets.

The launch tower we are about to pass is the military's territory. Although I have lived in Leto for more than ten years, I don't know what that thing is used to launch..."

Qi Yan looked over and saw the emblem of the military's long sword and silver shield printed on the tower, reflecting the light of the setting sun, which was particularly dazzling.

"...right, right! Do you see that large white marble building? Turan Academy, the top school in the capital star! It's not easy to get in. My dad spent a lot of money to get me in, and it was so hard to keep up with the course schedule. I was almost dead every time the end of the semester came!" Xia Zhiyang thought, "What about you? Which school did your family arrange for you to go to?"

"Turan Academy. But it wasn't arranged by my family."

Thinking that Qi Yan didn't want to admit that he spent money to enter Turan, Xia Zhiyang didn't respond, but said happily: "That's perfect! The planet you used to live on is very-a bit remote. It's normal that the education level is different from the capital planet, but don't feel pressured. If you can't keep up with the classes, I can find someone to write your homework for you. Just deal with it for now. You look smart and you will definitely catch up slowly. By the way, you are in the first grade, right?"

The white roof of Turan Academy quickly disappeared from the field of vision. Qi Yan retracted his gaze and asked Xia Zhiyang: "What grade are you in?"

"I'm nineteen, of course I'm in the second grade."

Qi Yan: "I'm nineteen too, I'm in the second grade too."

? ?

Friend, are you really clear-headed? Skipping a whole school year of classes and jumping directly to the second grade? Aren't you afraid of getting blank papers in all the final exams and being left in the school history?

Seeing the hesitation in Xia Zhiyang's eyes, Qi Yan didn't change his mind: "Sophomore, I'm nineteen this year."

"Okay, the first month of school is a buffer period. If you regret it, you can apply for demotion." Xia Zhiyang thought that they were not familiar with each other now, and it would be troublesome if he persuaded him again. Anyway, when school really started, Qi Yan would definitely give up in less than a week.

When passing by Sky Diamond Plaza, Xia Zhiyang drove the suspended car around the outside and said: "Sky Diamond Plaza is the center of Leto, and the conference hall of the Alliance is also here. When you are free in the future, I can take you to see it."

Qi Yan's eyes swept across the magnificent buildings, exquisite sculptures, and colorful fountains of the square. The beautiful scenery that was worthy of admiration to others did not arouse his interest, and did not leave any trace in his eyes.

When the sled stopped at the destination, it was already dark. The twin moons of Leto hung in the dark blue sky, casting deep shadows on the trees in the dark.

Xia Zhiyang looked out for a few times. The buildings were low and the flower beds were full of weeds. He didn't quite understand why Qi Yan wanted to live in such a shabby and almost abandoned civilian area.

But he definitely wouldn't ask this question. He leaned out of the car window, the silver ring on his ear reflecting the light: "Then you should have a good rest first, and remember to find me if you need anything!"

Qi Yan stood on the street, the dim light outlining his thin figure: "Okay, thank you for coming to pick me up today."

"You're welcome!"

"At least we played toys together when we were three years old." Xia Zhiyang was embarrassed to say this, he scratched his head, "Anyway... you should pay attention to the situation at home, it's good to go back two days later... No more, no more, I'm leaving."

Until the suspension car disappeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, Qi Yan turned around and followed his memory to walk into the residential area.

Unlike what Xia Zhiyang thought, Qi Yan returned to Leto once when he was eleven years old and lived here.

The buildings in this residential area are old. I walked all the way inside without meeting anyone. I could even count the number of windows with lights on in the buildings with one hand.

In front of the building, Qi Yan suddenly stopped, and the fingers hanging by his side trembled uncontrollably.

He originally thought that after eight years, he had overcome the influence of that memory.

But the reality was that before he even went upstairs, his body showed resistance .

Standing there, the night wind passed through his body, and the thin material of his shirt stuck to his skin, and he felt a sense of tightness and suffocation.

The next second, Qi Yan noticed something. He looked at the dim street lights, the silent tree shadows, and the low bushes one by one. In the wind, a faint smell of blood lingered around his nose. Qi Yan frowned slightly and took a few steps in the direction of the wind.

In the light-proof corner of the building, the smell of blood was so strong that it was suffocating. Someone was lying on his side and did not respond to people approaching. It was obvious that he was unconscious.

Qi Yan walked closer, turned on the personal terminal, and adjusted the low light. Only then could he see clearly that the man in front of him had a penetrating wound on his waist and abdomen, a blood hole as big as a fist, and the surrounding skin was charred. The blood-soaked gauze was loosely draped under his ribs, and the blood on it had dried up to a dark black.

It was almost impossible to guess without any means of investigation that this person was dying.

Qi Yan's eyes fell on the through wound again. He had seen such wounds before - only light particle guns would leave such marks. However, due to its powerful killing power, light particle guns were controlled by the military in the capital star of Extinction and were exclusively supplied to the front line of the Southern Cross Region.

After a three-second pause, Qi Yan squatted down, lifted the opponent's chin with his fingers, and raised his head.

In the dim light, a face that could be called good-looking came into his eyes.

Because of excessive blood loss, the skin was pale and the lips were pale, which made the contours of the eyebrows and eyes deep, with clear edges and corners, and even the lines looked tough, without any weakness of being captured by the god of death.

After seeing the man's facial features clearly, Qi Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and even his breathing stagnated for a few seconds. His fingertips, which had been shaking

all the time, suddenly tightened. "Boom--" The explosions rang in his ears one after another, causing pain in his eardrums. The bridge of the command ship shook, making it difficult for him to stand steadily.

"Report to the commander, the escort fleet has been completely destroyed!"

"Report to the commander, the destroyer sequence 2-31 has lost its response!"

"Report! The protection system has failed, and the armor layer has been broken!"

"Report!..."

Countless figures turned into distorted blocks of color, and the noise gradually became unreal, as if separated by a layer of vacuum membrane. The palm of his hand pressed against the cabin wall was burned by the heat. Before the blood could flow out, it had already dried up into a scab and finally turned into nothingness.

"Bang——"

Lu Fenghan suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into his eyes was a black display panel, and the data displayed on it was very familiar to Lu Fenghan. Skipping the heart rate, blood pressure, repair percentage and other values, Lu Fenghan saw the date: July 29, 216 in the star calendar.

Three days have passed.

The last memory was that he was unconscious in a hidden corner.

He was not dead.

Someone saved him.

Moving his eyes downward, Lu Fenghan noticed a line of characters in the lower right corner of the display panel, and his heart sank - the code composed of this line of numbers and letters is unique to the Type VI treatment cabin.

Before he could sort out the thoughts that had emerged in his mind, the instructions on the display panel changed.

——People outside the treatment cabin saw the message that he had awakened and were opening the cabin door.

Next to the treatment cabin, Qi Yan pressed the green button, and after a "click", the elliptical translucent cabin cover slowly slid to the side. The repair fluid in the cabin had been quickly drained, and the people inside -

in these few fractions of a second, Qi Yan's right wrist was clamped like lightning, and at the same time as the severe pain came, the opponent suddenly exerted force and pushed him to the wall in a few steps.

Qi Yan staggered backwards, and before he could stand firm, his back arched and hit the cold and hard wall. His joints seemed to be broken, and another wave of blunt pain spread.

At the same time, the throat and neck were locked by iron-like fingers, and breathing became difficult and the chest was stuffy.

At this moment, the two were very close. The man was naked, and his muscle lines were as sharp as if they were carved by a knife. The faint smell of the repair fluid

faintly revealed the strong smell of gunpowder and even a hint of rust. The extremely strong sense of oppression enveloped Qi Yan, making him want to take a step back.

However, there was a wall behind him, and he could not retreat.

Lu Fenghan's eyes were as sharp as a blade tempered with ice. In contrast to the strength of his fingertips, his voice was deep and slow: "Who sent you?"

Qi Yan came back to his senses. His breathing frequency did not change at all. It seemed that he was not the one being restrained. He only asked hoarsely, word by word: "Who do you think sent me?"

"You are still in Leto. This is my home."

His eyes were dark, and his eyelashes were long but not curled. They were straight and dense, very long, soft and harmless.

Lu Fenghan noticed that in such a situation, the blood vessels under his fingertips did not even have a pulse. The man in front of him did not seem to be afraid of death, or did he have something to rely on?

Under Lu Fenghan's gaze, Qi Yan suddenly curled his lips, but there was no smile.

Lu Fenghan felt something was wrong, and his body moved slightly, but then froze.

Qi Yan held a palm-sized folding pistol in his hand, and placed it firmly against Lu Fenghan's back, clearly reading the model: "Hummingbird 62 folding pistol, 11.2 cm in length, with six microparticle bullets. The treatment cabin did make you slow to react, which also shows that this model is very practical?"

Lu Fenghan's eyes were slightly dim, but he smiled suddenly, with a hint of nonchalance at the corners of his lips, and he wanted to tease: "It is indeed very practical. However, do you want me to teach you how to shoot? It's free, and I'll make an exception this time. I won't charge you."

The gun was clearly in Qi Yan's hand, but it seemed that he was the leader between the two.

Without waiting for Lu Fenghan's next move, Qi Yan moved the muzzle of the gun aimed at Lu Fenghan as if to end some kind of confrontation game easily, and looked directly at him: "Can you let go now? You hurt me a lot."

This man was not prepared to shoot at the beginning, and took out the gun just to show that he was harmless.

"Of course, I'll listen to you." Lu Fenghan let go.

At the same time, Qi Yan casually threw the folded pistol onto the carpet, making a dull sound. After

coughing a few times and slowing down, Qi Yan hooked his finger on the standard white shirt prepared in advance and threw it to Lu Fenghan: "Put it on."

A minute later, Lu Fenghan slowly buttoned up the buttons, leaving the top three unbuttoned, revealing a clear muscle line on his chest.

He looked at the person sitting on the sofa.

The other person was between a young man and a teenager, with frosted skin and a layer of eye-catching red finger marks on his neck. Because of coughing, the red at the end of his eyes had not yet faded.

On the wrist, which was so thin that it would break if folded, there was a circle of purple marks.

Lu Fenghan leaned lazily against the wall, with an unruly bandit air, and pointed his chin at Qi Yan's wrist: "This makes me suspect that I didn't just hold it for more than ten seconds, but tortured you."

Qi Yan raised his head and glanced at Lu Fenghan, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to write on the paper with his head down.

Lu Fenghan, who was ignored in person, didn't care, and glanced at the paper and pen in Qi Yan's hand.

In daily life, paper is very rare, but when it comes to confidential documents, this fragile and primitive carrier is occasionally used, and Lu Fenghan is not unfamiliar with it.

He just thinks that Qi Yan looks whiter than paper.

A bit like... like a handful of snow.

Carefully cared for and well protected. But if held in the palm of the hand, it will melt easily.

Lu Fenghan uttered a "tsk".

He thought: This guy is too coquettish.

If he is trained under me, he won't survive for half a day.

The author has something to say: Commander Lu: Coquettish.