Stranded on a Deserted Island, What to Do?

"Exotic? I thought that only Tvalon, who was in a tight relationship with us, would be so cautious."

Bai Zhujian Hua Mu was attracted and relieved a little, then explained: "The tower's rules for the outer tower and the private sentinels and guides are not so strict, but we have to prohibit it in the inner tower Combine with foreigners. "

Although the state's control of the sentinel is not as inhuman as it used to be, the sentinels and guides of Netta are still valuable resources of the country.

Even if the empire let them die, it would not allow them to become citizens of other countries, of course, the same is true of other countries. Therefore, even if all countries secretly **** resources, there is a tacit understanding that they do not accept exotic whistle-blowing marriages.

"So, do you have no opinion on these rules? What is your own opinion? As long as it is not a foreigner, it doesn't matter who matches it? What if it matches you with a foreigner?"

White Pillow is not without such a situation.She once encountered a female guide who matched 80% or more of herself in a transnational operation, and almost caused a combination when the other party helped her comb her mental body. heat.

But both men were extremely restrained and professional soldiers. In the end, apart from some embarrassment, they still maintained a pure and deep friendship-no relation between the sentry and the guide.

"Madame, the breadfruit has been baked." White pillow subconsciously did not want to tell Hua Mu about these things. I don't know why, she was a little guilty.

Missy has scolded her many times for perverting, if you let her know that she would rather give up the opportunity to combine and stay in this position, would she think that she had conspiracy?

The fact that it almost triggered the union fever also made her feel embarrassed, perhaps deepening her bad impression of the Sentry's instability.

Hua Mu carefully used banana leaves to take out the steaming breadfruit fruit slices, smelling the sweet and sour aroma of the index finger while moving, and did not forget to investigate the topic.

"So what's the matter? Relying on that matching degree to set your own life-long event, do you like it or not?"

But what kind of feelings do you like?

White pillow doesn't understand much.

"High degree of matching, it should be the meaning of liking ..."

Sentinel and guides are the most precious resources of the country, and naturally all countries have invested the most time and energy to study them. The stable combination is the way to maximize the value of the two, and the dedicated research on this point is also endless.

The spiritual body and the spiritual totem are currently the most inaccessible areas for human beings, and there are only a few theories as side evidence for explanation. The effect of guide element on sentinels is currently the project with the fastest research progress and the most fruitful results.

As for the study of combined heat, it is just between the two. In addition to the statistical research, more use of physiological responses-such as hormones, heart rate and brain wave detection to reflect the subject's emotions Variety.

Some current research results show that even the same pair of sentries and guides, the matching degree is not static. It will show up and down in a certain range according to the situation, the change of the subject's emotions and the action of some drugs.

Of course, this still has a basic value, in general this range will not exceed the benchmark too far.

White Pillow has cooperated with this kind of experimental research, so in her view, the two people with high matching degree already have some good feelings to each other in a sense. After all, the so-called liking is only a temporary effect of hormones, so what is the difference between a sentinel and a guide with a high degree of matching?

Speaking only from the senses, the sentinels will never hate high-match guides.

Hua Mu is going to be mad at White Pillow's remarks.

These bottom sentinels, brainwashed by towers, serve the empire and the royal family like robots, exhausting their lives and letting the next generation repeat this mission.

Do n’t they have any idea? Don't you have any ideas to fight for yourself?

Hua Mu knew it was ridiculous for her to be the heir to the royal family, but she sometimes couldn't bear the seemingly obvious lies.

Her father tried hard not to let her touch these things, and tried to cultivate her as an ordinary noble girl instead of the crown prince, but she still inevitably saw a lot of darkness.

Like high match?

Doesn't she like all the sentries in the world?

No, she hates sentinels! Hate these seemingly strong, but sensitive, slender, fragile, weak, and poor sentinels.

They are nothing more than a group of walking dead souls bound by guide elements, and the same is true of the white pillow!

Hua Mu doesn't want to think about it any longer, and thinking about such problems has always been unhelpful and sad. Not to mention that she can't change anything now. When she really gets to her aunt's position, she must also try to ensure that this system can continue.

She understands that an empire obviously has more places to worry about, but as a leader, how can you focus on such small things?

But only the white pillow, only her guard, only the sentinel closest to her, she hopes she is different.

She wanted to see a person with blood and flesh, independent thinking, and desire.

"Miss, the fruit slices are going to be cold, please eat while they are hot."

Bai Zhen looked at Hua Mu and seemed to be caught in some kind of thinking.

Hua Mu glanced at her and cleared the rebellious thoughts in her mind. The Queen can still be in power for at least a few decades, and if there is any trouble with her father, she doesn't need to worry about it. As long as An An steadily becomes a noble lady, develops some interesting hobbies, and occasionally chases vulgar novels out of the ordinary.

She stuffed the fruit slices into the mouth, and then tasted the sweet and sour taste. The dense and soft taste of the fruit is more like mashed potatoes than bread. But whether it is bread or mashed potatoes, this is the taste of carbohydrates! It's something that makes people fat, fascinating, and happy!

Even before, she dared not eat too much, but today Huamu ate three big pieces!

The white pillow solved the rest of this one, and Hua Mu once again saw the good appetite of the sentry.

After eating and drinking, the two of them who had been busy for a day also came to rest. This trip to the North Shore is quite rewarding, not only solves the water problem, but also finds a staple food.

"White pillow, are we waiting for rescue here too?" Hua Mu was sleepy lying on the white pillow. After coming to the island, she had the feeling of eating for the first time-so happy!

"Do you want to stay here?"

White pillow can see Hua Mu's good mood, the other side's posture lying on her body was so relaxed for the first time.

"Yeah, there is water and bread here. It's much better than that. I can move useful things over here, or smoke here."

White Pillow can't tell which direction rescue will come from, so in theory it really is the same where to wait for rescue. Coupled with the exaggerated ship crash rate on the south bank, the rescue is likely to choose the north bank to land, so it may be more beneficial to wait here.

"What you said makes sense, but it will rain often here ..."

Hua Mu has been short of water for a long time, and doesn't think it's raining at all.

"Let's go down, can we take a shower. And don't we have canvas? Can we move over to block the rain!" She turned over and lay on the white pillow, pointing to a banyan tree road not far away, "We Trim it there, put it on the canopy, and put bamboo underneath ... "

Hua Mu was planning in a dance, looking very happy. Bai Zhen didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm for a while, and put those excessive concerns for a while.

"You are right, make the shelf below a little higher, and the moisture will not be so heavy."

"Yeah, now that we have solved the water problem, we should also consider how to improve our homes. Every day, we either lie in the sand or lie on the haystack, and finally the body is washed and dirty."

Hua Mu said while pulling her hand around the body with a white pillow-this was of course just to make her more secure, not because she liked the sentry to hug her.

Bai Zhen was at a loss at first, and it seemed that Hua Mu didn't seem to have a big reaction before she slowly felt relieved.

Missy must be very uneasy, in order to seek a sense of security, she is increasingly unprepared to approach her.

Bai Zhen didn't know whether this situation was good or not. On the one hand, she was happy to be close to Hua Mu, on the other hand, she was afraid that she would be spoiled.

Hua Mu felt the temperature coming from her lower abdomen. The sentinel's palm was astonishingly hot, and her white face was flushed by the fire.

This, this is just for comfort, neither proof of a better relationship with the sentry nor because of anything to her ...

"Miss, are you sleepy?"

"Ok……"

Nor is it because of any special thoughts about this sentry.

"Then take a break early, and tomorrow I will investigate the situation nearby. If there is no danger, we will move things over."

Hua Mu tilted his head and put his ear on the chest of the white pillow. She likes to talk to the other party in this posture. The sentinel's slightly cold and stereotypical tone echoed in her chest. There was an indescribable sexiness.

That's too much. Is the tone lowered deliberately? Isn't it good enough?

"White pillow ..."

"What do you ask?"

"Will you sing?"

"what?"

"I want to listen to a song. Anything is OK. Sing to me."

The white pillow is a bit embarrassing.

After entering the tower, she rarely had entertainment activities, except for the military song, she only knew some tunes that she learned while living in the black pupil. And those so-called pop songs, she is not a capital.

"Then, let me sing the first lullaby for your hometown."

Hua Mu found a comfortable place to nest, "Well, you sing."

The white pillow cleared his throat and carefully sang: "Rust cat cat meow meow ..."

"puff--"

As soon as the white pillow opened, Hua Mu couldn't help laughing. It's not that she doesn't sing well, it's just because ... "Cat Cat" and "Meow Meow Meow" sing from the cold-faced sentry mouth is really funny.

She never dreamed that the white pillow would sing such a song in such a soft tone-she dreamed more than this excitement.

"Big and Missy ..."

"Cough, nice, don't worry about me, you continue."

The white pillow bit her lip, and finally got the courage to sing.

"Rusty cat cat meows, with a group of good babies, after catching the little bird to catch the frog, caught a big baby. Who is the bad baby, do not sleep at night and run everywhere? Is my little baby, strong Well spirited, do n’t let the cat mother catch her, let her come back to sleep ... "

What kind of lullaby is this, it's so cute compared to the stories that scare people.

Hua Mu slowly fell asleep in a soft song.

The author has something to say: the rusty spotted leopard cat and the black-footed cat are tied for the world's first small cat, super fierce!

Missy has taken sleeping on the sentinel as a matter of course. I hope you will have a chance to see Missy ’s more exciting dream (laughs).

Although the sentinel is wood, the experience is much richer than that of the elder lady. The elder lady's vinegar jars can also circle the equator for a week.