Chapter 126 She is sick
Theo built countless small gardens around the palace.
Many low trees were also planted to facilitate climbing of vines.
The men treated her more gently, even cautiously, as if she were a fragile petal that could break at any time.
This made her even more uneasy.
She was so uneasy that she had been feeling tired and exhausted lately, and even the vines seemed to be wilting, unwilling to emerge from her mental picture.
Even the men's alluring pheromones and beautiful naked bodies could not arouse her interest.
"Qianqian, it's going to rain here soon."
Qianzhi lazily moved the large leaf that was covering her face away, poked her head out from between the branches, and saw Ming looking up at her under the tree.
"Ming?" Those purple eyes flashed with a clear light, as if they could see through everything in her heart. "How did you know I was here?"
"Because the little dodder loves this kind of tree the most, as it has plenty of juice, is sweet, and has enough vines to entwine around it."
He knows Qianzhi's taste too well.
"You really understand me." Qianzhi occasionally felt that Ming was like a worm in his stomach.
She tried to climb down the vine, but the man was already spread out at the foot of the tree.
"Just jump down, Qianqian, I will hold you forever."
No matter how confused the girl in front of him is, he will help her clear the fog.
With the sound of rustling skirt, the girl fell into the man's arms like a scattered flower, and was then held tightly in his arms.
"Why are you lighter than before?" He spoke softly, and his strong arms weighed her body and gathered her messy hair.
Qianzhi's body did not become more plump due to the peaceful life, but instead became much thinner, and even her little face became more pointed.
Ming could even see the pale blue veins under her overly pale neck, and feel the protruding bones of her back and ribs pressing against his arm.
"I can't eat." The girl puffed up her cheeks, and her emerald eyes lost their lively luster.
It is said that after suffering comes happiness, and one's appetite improves. However, she is the opposite. When the end of the world and disasters come, her appetite is open and she eats to her heart's content. But when peacetime comes, she looks at the beautiful bodies of men who are swaying in front of her all day long, and she loses the desire to swallow body fluids.
It's like the body is slowly entering a period of fatigue, or like a plant that has been exposed to too much sun and absorbed too many nutrients and is slowly withering.
Ming frowned.
They all discovered this.
Lu Chenzhou started running to the laboratory again. Even Ian, who usually did not show his emotions during regular meetings, showed his rage towards the remaining elders in the Senate.
"Is it because you've lost your appetite and can't eat?" She leaned against the solid chest and heaved, as if brewing something, before she spoke again, "Or is there something on your mind? For example, are you planning to move to another planet, far away from us?"
He saw the information that Qianzhi had provided when applying for the planet on the official website.
“.”
Qianzhi had thought about this since she started working as a guide. When everything is over, she will buy a small planet, live a simple life on it, and enjoy her retirement.
She had also saved enough money and lined up to make an appointment.
But as the bond grew, when that day finally came, she was reluctant to leave.
There are too many things she is reluctant to part with.
"Qianqian," the soothing pheromones from the phantom snake's spirit body were slowly released, causing the girl's body, which had been a little tense due to Ming's words, to relax.
"Would you like to visit Siming Shen's residence? I have something I want to show Qianqian. Maybe it can help you untie the knot in your heart."
The residence of the God of Destiny.
There is a painting in the center of the shrine.
Qianzhi heard Ming say that the painting once depicted a pregnant silver-haired woman.
But in her eyes, she could only see countless white and black spots of light, scattered everywhere in the frame.
And this time, she finally saw the woman in the painting.
"Mother." She walked forward and stroked the surface of the painting.
That was the interstellar consciousness, the mother who gave birth to her and Er.
Her fingers seemed to penetrate the surface of the painting. There was no touch of pen, ink or paper. Instead, it was like actually touching the soft hem of the woman's skirt.
"Si Ming's existence is to strive to understand the mysterious unknown of the universe." Ming narrowed his eyes. He seemed to see the woman in the painting move. "No one knows when this painting came into existence, but recently it seems to be hoping for Qian Qian's appearance."
He dreamed of "her", her lips moving as if she was chanting Qianzhi's name.
Now the woman in the painting has changed. She is no longer pregnant, but has regained her graceful figure.
She raised her hands in front of her chest, palms up, holding a black ball of light that was about to fall apart, as if trying to stick it back together, while stroking another white light spot.
In the painting, she lowered her eyes, looking at them with a look full of pity and love.
And when Qianzhi touched the hem of her skirt, the woman in the painting suddenly moved. She raised her head and looked at the girl outside the painting.
A dazzling white light suddenly lit up, completely engulfing Qianzhi's figure.
In the laboratory.
With a click.
Lu Chenzhou broke the pen in his hand abruptly.
The tip of the pen pierced into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all. Instead, he turned on the light computer with trembling hands and transmitted the information at hand to the communicator above.
A few minutes later, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the laboratory.
Bo Lan took a few steps forward and read the information in Lu Chenzhou's hand over and over again.
He raised his head again, his expression gloomy, and a hint of cracked madness flashed in his eyes.
Seville was walking around Ian's office with a suspicious look on his face.
"I've been observing Qianqian for several days. She hasn't been eating well. I even shaved my entire body, dressed myself up nicely, and sent myself to her house to eat, but she didn't even look at me," Peacock slammed his hand down on Ian's desk.
"Brother, does she no longer love me? Or did you seduce her and make her lose interest in me?"
Ian looked at Sylvie as if he were mentally retarded.
"Is it that she loves you very much?"
"She loves me."
Xiweier nodded firmly.
It's not narcissism, nor is it self-admiration.
But in the process of getting along with Qianqian, after experiencing life and death, he could feel her care for him little by little from the changes in her eyes.
Ian's expression turned cold for a moment. Before he could speak again to pour cold water on Sylvie, his light brain communication voice rang. He opened it casually, read it briefly for a few seconds, his expression changed, and he suddenly stood up from his seat and walked out.
"Is it an urgent message from the military?" Sylvie followed closely.
"No," the cold and hard man walking in front of him answered with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
"It's Qianqian. Doctor Lu has found her disease. Qianqian might..."
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