Chapter 22

Feng Xi bent down and patted Ansuo's head. The snow leopard's round body trembled, and its tail curled up and hung in the air.

Ansuo was of normal size in the spiritual realm, and the big cat circled around him, leading him toward the mountainside.

He had never been to the spiritual realm of the senior sentry, and was not sure about the area and specific structure of this snow-capped mountain. He could only write down the location of the anomaly and plan for subsequent sorting.

This is Qi Mu's spiritual picture, where his spiritual body lives. To start sorting it out, he had to start from an abrupt position in the picture in order to enter the true spiritual realm.

There were still specks of snowflakes floating in the air, and Ansuo dug a deep hole in this desolate land, almost as high as an adult man.

Feng Xi walked to Ansuo and asked, "What's down here?"

Is it a location that needs to be sorted out? Or are the memories Qi Mu wants to find most buried deep in his heart?

There were many speculations in his mind, but the silly leopard could only roar a few times, grind its claws on the ground, and couldn't tell the reason.

Feng Xi gave up asking, stabilized his body on the rocks, and trudged down the mountain. Ansuo climbed more efficiently than him, wagging his tail in front of Feng Xi from time to time, leading him forward.

Snow Leopard rubbed Feng Xi's arm from time to time, urging him to release his spiritual body.

Feng Xi felt the movement in his spiritual realm and was fast asleep with no thought of appearing.

Poor Ansuo was not favored by Peng Tian and was greatly shocked. He could only show himself harder and even kicked all the stones out of the way.

Finally reaching the obviously abnormal position, Feng Xi felt the specific fluctuations and stretched out his hand to resonate with it.

After a while, he frowned and stopped.

Because Ansuo was there to support him, he easily entered the spiritual scene, but Qi Mu's mental barrier was still there, making it difficult for him to enter directly.

If this layer of defense is not broken, even if he can squeeze in, he will be ejected due to excessive defense.

The mental power around him fluctuated obviously. Ansuo raised his head suddenly, the beast's pupils shrank for a moment, and Feng Xi's fusion state reflected in its pupils.

The guide's neat short hair was stretched over his shoulders, his gray-blue eyes were replaced by golden vertical pupils, some scales climbed up the side of his neck, and he stared intently at the shrinking mental barrier.

His ability to empathize was very low when grooming, but in such an extreme situation, the pain caused by low empathy could actually become a sharp blade, breaking through Qi Mu's layers of protection and cutting straight to the inside.

Seeing the right moment, his mental energy condensed into bundles and directed toward more and more cracks.

Special people have past memories deposited in their mental realm. Most of them are fragments that they care about. They are intertwined and fabricated to form another image. Sometimes even I can't tell which of them are true and which are just fantasy. The combination of the two produces the purest desires of special people. With the help of these desires, the sentinel's spiritual domain can be consolidated and many accumulated impurities can be cleared away.

And if you want to find out your desires, you must start with memory.

A white light flashed before his eyes, and Feng Xi successfully entered the memory fragment.

This is a market. The market is bustling with people. There are many signboards with obscure words. His field of vision is also shorter, and he can only reach the upper bodies of pedestrians.

When his sleeves were pulled, Feng Xi turned his head and met Qi Mu's gaze, who was squatting next to the goods.

Seeing the ring around Qi Mu's neck, Feng Xi shrank subconsciously. He raised his hand to touch the side of his neck and found the same device.

This was when they were in Y83, and the institute would let them go out for a period of time every half month in order to reduce psychological diseases. In order to prevent escape, each of them will wear such a neck ring and can only take it off when they return to the institute.

Qi Mu pointed to the top of his head and made a silent gesture.

Feng Xi raised his head and looked at the stalls covered with goods. It was hard to imagine that there was such a primitive and backward market in the interstellar era. Piles of unprocessed vegetables or fruits exuded a rotten smell under the high temperature and were picked by customers. Pick and choose.

"Get ready!" Qi Mu held Feng Xi with one hand, put the currency on the stall with the other hand, grabbed the green leaves and left.

People in the market never sell anything to experimental subjects. They succeeded in obtaining the Cork grass by forceful buying and selling.

The two of them stood panting, Qi Mu squeezed out the juice from the Kok grass. His eyes curled up, "I heard that the sentry can taste the ordinary taste through this, let's try it too."

Without getting a response from Feng Xi, he He began to think again, "Let's find some more vegetables, we must taste them."

In the end, they failed. The two divided the Kok grass and chewed the grass raw. Qi Muyu sighed, "We don't even have kitchen utensils." You are really stingy if you are willing to lend it to us."

After saying that, he looked at Feng Xi and said, "When I escape, I will buy Kok grass for you to cook. I am a good cook."

Feng Xi turned his head and did not talk . Qi Mu looked at each other and said, "Okay."

Before Qi Mu had an allergic reaction, the scene in front of him became blurry again.

After it became clear again, a sturdy middle-aged man was holding a large piece of food, and Qi Mu was carrying kitchen utensils and following behind him.

Feng Xi lost his body and his consciousness was floating in the air. For him, it was a novel thing to see Qi Mu get along with his father. Judging from the way the two got along, Qi Mu's father was not bad.

A rough voice sounded, "What do you want to eat today?"

In the kitchen, the middle-aged man took out a knife and cut meat on the table. Seeing that Qi Mu was about to start, he hurried over to stop him, "Hey, don't move, Xiao Mu, you Just wait."

"Do you feel any pain in the mental area lately? I'm afraid you'll cut your hand."

Qi Mu put the chicken in his hand on the ground and asked, "Is it hard for you to cook every time?" There are so many things going on."

The middle-aged man exclaimed, "You think your father is too busy? Do you dare to speak with strength?"

The gray Maine Coon cat dug at the floor for a while. To Ansuo, who has not grown up.

The mental body of a special person was born when it differentiated. It grew up with its owner. Qi Mu was still a teenager, and Ansuo was not big enough. In addition, Qi Mu had little experience with his own mental power. The little leopard was pinned down after a while. The ground grabbed him by the neck and screamed weakly.

The middle-aged man panicked and didn't know how to coax him, "Take care of your mental body, stop crying."

Seeing that Qi Mu was going to fight him to the end, he hurriedly made room for him, "What are you going to do? Come on, come on."

Finally letting his tired father rest, Qi Mu smiled confidently, "How about stewed black-tailed scorpion with button grass and crystal fruit?"

The middle-aged man said, "Follow Gu Lan. The three delicacies from Xing are very similar, but you should pay attention to the black-tailed scorpion, I don't want to be poisoned."

With Qi Mu's confident smile, the cooking started. He first processed the black-tailed scorpion, and then put the remaining two ingredients. enter.

Half an hour later, Feng Xi looked at the blackened soup with some confusion. If he remembered correctly, there were no seasonings in the food the sentries ate. How did they get this color?

When the dishes were served, the middle-aged man actually ate them all, returned to the bedroom with a ferocious smile, and drank a lot of water.

Then he lay down on his back, his chest no longer rising.

Qi Mu directed Ansuo to pick up the finished dinner plate and put it in the sink. But halfway through, it couldn't help but stop and poo twice, retched for a while and then returned to the spiritual realm.

This meal...

No wonder Qi Mu likes to drink nutrient solution.

I didn't see Qi Mu's review of his cooking skills, his memory changed, and new scenes appeared.

Feng Xi looked at the mirror in front of him, and his fusion state was reflected in it.

Being able to see his original appearance, this memory is where the desire lies.

There was a knocking sound on the door, and Feng Xi turned around. He was in the bathroom, while Qi Mu was leaning on the door frame, with a smile in his eyes.

Feng Xi: "What?"

He walked out and recognized this as Qi Mu's apartment.

The layout was similar to his. Feng Xi walked to the sofa and sat down unceremoniously, with his long legs crossed, full of anti-customer aura.

Qi Mu didn't realize anything was wrong. He showed the picture on the terminal to Feng Xi, "How about this dish? Zhong Xuexing's specialty."

Seeing more than a dozen ingredients on it, Feng Xi pondered for a moment, "Isn't there something simpler? "I want to eat something light today."

Qi Mu lowered his eyes and said, "It's almost ready. Do you really want to eat it?"

Feng Xi said, "Okay, eat it."

Qi Mu was able to act like that before. What will happen today? ?

No, Feng Xi was brainwashing himself. That was nearly ten years ago. How could he not improve at all?

Soon, the sound in the kitchen stopped, and Feng Xi sat at the table, leaning his chin to look at the food Qi Mu brought out.

How can I put it, the appearance is normal.

He relaxed more and raised the topic to Qi Mu, "Qi Mu, is there anything you particularly want? Or something you particularly want to do?"

You must first find out the desires in these memories.

Qi Mu rolled his eyes, causing Feng Xi to panic, "What's wrong?"

Putting down his chopsticks, Qi Mu said, "You've always called me Mu Mu, why did you suddenly change your name today?"

Feng Xi said with a His drink almost spilled out. He looked Qi Mu up and down, "...Mu Mu?"

Don't you feel ashamed to call Qi Mu this name?

Qi Mu nodded reservedly, "That's right."

Feng Xi felt that he had to find something to ease the embarrassment caused by this title, so he used his chopsticks to pick up the food, "First tell me what you particularly want."

Qi Mu prepared a bowl of water, Rinse the seasoned food in water and lower your head to think.

Feng Xi bit into the dish and stared at Qi Mu. He touched his tongue but found no taste.

So he picked up another piece of meat that he couldn't tell where it came from.

A burning pain suddenly surged from his throat. Feng Xi quickly moved the meat away with trembling hands. He looked at the food under his hands in disbelief. Why was it so salty?

His tongue was numb with salt, and then came the irritating spiciness, which made him want to give up the taste right away.

Seeing Feng Xi's uncomfortable look, Qi Mu thoughtfully handed him a glass of water, "Isn't it delicious?"

Feng Xi smiled faintly, "It's delicious."

It was probably because the sentry was stimulated every time he ate ordinary people's food. It's uncomfortable and cannot simulate the taste of normal food at all.

He must be considered a work-related injury.

Qi Mu's voice came, "I don't know why, but I really want to have a good meal with you."

"It's funny, isn't it? We are obviously eating."

Desire was vaguely involved, and Feng Xi was ejected from the spiritual realm. , meeting Qi Mu’s painful eyes.

After undergoing mental sorting, a spiritual link appeared between the two of them, and he could feel that Qi Mu was in severe pain.

It was difficult to deal with it without the ability to empathize. He couldn't numb the sentry's senses. Qi Mu would take over the pain of treating stubborn diseases without missing a beat.

The two were hugging each other in a bad posture, Feng Xi's hand pressed Qi Mu's neck, and Qi Mu left several teeth marks on Feng Xi's neck, panting.

After releasing his entangled hands and feet, Feng Xi wanted to move away, but Qi Mu's hands were on his waist, pressing him down and causing him to fall back.

Followed by the sentry's breath, Qi Mu rubbed his neck, gritted his teeth and reasoned, "Tenderness after combing is very important, you have to be responsible."

In order to suppress the tremor in his mouth, his words sounded extremely fierce, Feng Xi was so embarrassed that he wanted to laugh, "How long will Wen You have?"

He lowered his head, "Shall we go back and have a meal together? I'll cook it at your house. I haven't been to your place yet."

Qi Mu's cheeks were slightly red because of the breath on the tips of her ears, "Okay , I'll do it for you."

Feng Xi's hands shook, and a bad memory came out, "Don't."