The first cute in the galaxy

Chapter 61

It was already dark when we got back to the palace.

Rand had something to report about the black hole, and Cyril asked the butler to accompany Su Cha upstairs first.

"Which room is your Highness going to live in tonight?"

Su Cha said without hesitation, "The most luxurious room."

The bed looks very soft and looks good to sleep on.

The housekeeper asked again, "Did you sleep in this room all night?"

Su Cha's expression was strange: "...otherwise?"

"There is a bell at the head of the bed. If His Highness feels unsatisfied with his sleep, there will be a trolley to take His Highness to the next room in the middle of the night." After finishing speaking, he asked him to reserve two rooms as options.

Su Cha sneered, and chose the dormitory style as a backup.

The Fog Star people's way of pampering their cubs is very exaggerated, but their care is very quiet.The housekeeper didn't bother Su Cha too much, and he didn't forget to close the door gently when he exited.

There are many night lights with different brightnesses to choose from in the room. This is because Su Cha is afraid of the dark at night.

Falling heavily on the luxurious big bed, Su Cha buried his head in the soft quilt. If it weren't for the damn living experiment, he should have slept in this bed for more than ten years.

"Luan Zheng." He turned over, his eyes were cold.Thinking that the other party was escorted back together, he must be living in dire straits, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Rolling up the quilt, Su Cha didn't want to waste any more time thinking about some damned people, so she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Half an hour, an hour, two in the morning.

One sheep, two sheep, a thousand sheep... Finally, in the dark room, a long sigh came out.

Su Cha sat up straight: "I'm a body that can't enjoy life."

After sleeping in the small bed in the dormitory for a long time, a Kingsize super big bed suddenly came to him, and he unexpectedly suffered from insomnia.

Rubbing his temples, he slept very restlessly when he was on the battleship before, and was awake most of the time.Su Cha didn't think he had any problems with acclimatization. He had been to many different worlds, and he could adapt quickly every time.

After going down to the ground and taking a sip of water, the coldness that had just subsided in Su Cha's expression gathered again.

That summoning of souls left a bit of sequelae after all.

It would be okay if my soul was not traumatized, at most it would be a headache for a day or two. With the current state, it is not certain whether I can fully recover before the end of the month.

Su Cha only slept for two or three hours that night, and at nine o'clock the next day, the housekeeper called him to get up for dinner, so he still had to have a healthy way of working and resting.

Su Cha went to wash his face with cold water first, and exercised for 5 minutes to make his complexion look a little rosier. When he opened the door, he smiled and said, "Good morning."

Seeing His Highness's healing smile early in the morning, the housekeeper couldn't help but also laughed: "Good morning."

Then perform the professionalism of a housekeeper: "Is the room too hot?"

Beads of sweat still hung on His Highness's temples.

Su Cha waved his hand.

He had breakfast with Cyril. The chef used his talents to forcefully cook a table of meals without repetition.

All the dishes on the table are small plates, and the portion of each dish is not much, even if you eat all of them, you won't feel too full.

Su Cha's attention was all on the ice water in Wu Xingwang's hand, and there were a few beautiful ice pucks in it, can this be tolerated?

"You need to drink more hot water." He smiled, but the smile focused in his eyes made people panic.

Cyril paused slightly with the hand holding the knife and fork.

Some of the butlers behind him looked at the crystal lamp and some at the floor, but they didn't dare to look at the table. If they didn't feel wrong... Wang seemed to have been taught a lesson?

Well trained.

One of the butlers had served the royal family for nearly a hundred years, with profound qualifications, and disapproved of the king's eating habits very early on.

Because the blood was boiling and colliding with the blood vessels from time to time in the early years, Cyril preferred ice things. The housekeeper mentioned it once a long time ago, but Cyril didn't take it to heart, and it would be presumptuous to mention it again.

One thing is one thing, and the king still needs the little highness to come down.

Although Cyril didn't ask someone to change the glass of ice water, he didn't touch it again.

His dining etiquette was very orthodox, so Su Cha needed to be more at ease. He replaced the knife and fork with chopsticks, and chose his favorite food to eat.

The two ate breakfast in silence. Cyril didn't eat much and had no appetite very early on, but he didn't put down the knife and fork until Su Cha wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel.

"Go upstairs and rest for a while."

Su Cha didn't sleep well all night, and Cyril knew about it.The other party's mood swings were too intense, and Cyril, who was in the same castle, could feel the feeling of struggling in pain.Of course, with his ability, he can completely block the interference of external emotions, but Cyril will not do this.

Correspondingly, Su Cha also found that Cyril hadn't rested well, and wondered if it was because the reaction caused by his headache last night was passed on to him.

Lying back on the bed again, the window screen blocked the sunlight.

Su Cha soon stopped thinking about it, because his head started to hurt again.It hurt so much that he wanted to write a letter to Ji Tianjin and the others, telling himself that he had arrived safely, but he couldn't even gather his strength.

Su Cha began to suspect that this indirect headache was not just a sequelae.

"Kill him, kill him." The past was pervasive, Su Cha returned to the days when he was imprisoned in the dungeon in a trance, curled up and broke out in cold sweat.

"Pull his demon beads alive."

After such a long time, the sound of the blade not touching the flesh is still so clear.

Su Cha even hesitated whether to knock his head against the wall and fainted. If this continued, Cyril would definitely notice the abnormality.How will he explain it at that time, saying that there is a wound in his soul?Someone was still doing a spirit ritual to himself, damn it, he finally realized that the ritual didn't even seem to stop.

At this critical point of collapse, Su Cha suddenly thought of something, and his body trembled violently.

Relying on deep breathing and constantly adjusting his breathing rate, he began to think deeply about some things.

In fact, as early as on the way to Laid, when Rand mentioned the major forces competing for the wormhole, Su Cha had already begun to have doubts.After communicating with Rand, he specifically searched for some information, and determined that the races in the universe that treat their cubs extremely doted on are not only fog stars, such as Zerg, but also quite protective of cubs.

The system chose to teleport him to the fog star, which is very strange.

As an ancestor returnee, his infancy is estimated to be more fragile, and the system's promise to retain the original demon power is probably also to support him to survive.

Taking such a lot of trouble is not in line with the style of the system at all.

"Telepathy, pure blood, fetters...does it think..."

"Ah."

The sudden response made Su Cha look up suddenly, and the mechanical doll stood by the bed at some point.

The system always appeared at critical moments. Just like last time, he put his hand on his pulse and helped dispel some of the pain through energy transmission. Su Cha felt much better.

Sitting on the head of the gorgeous bed, Su Cha didn't even bother to ask how it slipped in, and said in cold sweat, "You want to confuse the object of the evocation."

There are two advantages to being reincarnated as a person from the Mist Star, one is the blood connection, and the other is that the infancy is very weak, and the soul lamp far away in the sky will not light up for a while.

"The king's soul of Wuxing is extremely powerful, and he can't affect anything with one move. In the past, he could destroy the altar used for summoning souls."

The system said calmly: "It's a pity that the soul is too strong, at most it can only be recruited for a moment, otherwise it can be done once and for all."

Kill everything that needs to be killed.

Su Cha succeeded in having another pain in his head: "What should I do if Cyril is summoned out of nowhere?"

Even if it has no effect as it says, normal people will be surprised.

The system stood gracefully aside, with 'none of my business' written all over its face.

"..." Su Cha took a deep breath: "Ten thousand steps back, how can I explain it when I come back?"

Said it was a debt from my previous life?

The system still had that 'none of my business' expression, it was only responsible for dealing with troubles and taking the host away when necessary.

Just when Su Cha was about to emphasize that it was not possible, the system predicted its prediction: "It's just a casual mention. The spirit summoning uses the connection between the demon pearl and your demon power, how can you confuse it at will?"

When the other party was dissected alive by the demon beads, the fellow clansmen used this to cooperate with the altar, so they could summon the soul without using the horoscope of birth date.

Su Cha didn't feel relieved by this sentence.This is true in theory, but whenever the system does not completely deny the question in the answer, things must not be so simple.

Just in case, he decided to put on a safety catch.

At twelve o'clock every day, the huge castle seemed to be in the dark and completely quiet.

Because at this fixed time point, Cyril will lie down in the hibernation cabin to repair the hidden wounds in his body.Neither the housekeeper nor the inner guards are allowed to move in this area.

...Su Cha was an exception.

There was no place in the entire castle that he could not go to.

The dormant cabin is placed in the underground palace.

No one moved around, but this was still the safest place. No matter who it was, Cyril could quickly feel any killing intent.

Su Cha stood outside the secret door and didn't go in. The distance now was enough.

He raised one arm slightly, and at the same time released his spiritual body, preparing to consume part of his demon power to apply the blessing of the flower god. This ritual can prevent disasters and stabilize the soul to a certain extent, but this move is useless to him.

The system allowed him to toss around, and even helped to block the space, so as to reduce the opponent's sense of existence.

"You do yours, I do mine."

Su Cha's eyelids twitched when he heard that.

"If the host still can't beat me in the end, then follow my way."

After completely sealing off the space, the system indicated that he could start.

"End as soon as possible." The system finally reminded.

The Fog Star has a talent for space, it can't come and go freely, and will retreat at any time.

Su Cha closed her eyes, put her two fingers together on the cross arm, and light spots like fireflies danced on the slender fingertips.At the same time, the spirit body hovered around, responsible for helping him fight the sequelae of the headache, so as to maintain a peaceful state of mind at all times.

This trick has not been used for a long time, and it is almost forgotten by him.

Su Cha kept looking for sensations and devoted himself to casting spells. His fingers were like fish swimming in the air, as if he was poking something.

During the period, the system seemed to be talking, but Su Cha was too focused to hear clearly. He was only short of the last point, and he had to finish it quickly in one breath.

The light clusters are getting bigger and bigger, changing from brilliant to transparent——

"Ulla."

Su Cha knelt down, opened her arms, and made a gesture of embracing the sky.

With a 'snap', the secret door was opened.

Su Cha's body froze, and he opened his eyes and looked down slowly. Without any surprise, he successfully met Cyril's naturally sharp eyes.

"..." He suddenly knew what the system was calling him for just now, so he had to stop quickly.

Originally, Cyril was lying in the dormant cabin, knowing that Su Cha was nearby, he just wandered around curiously.It wasn't until he noticed that the other party's breath had been lingering in a certain place, thinking that he had some unspeakable secrets to tell himself, so he came out.

Unexpectedly, this scene would greet him.

Cyril came up from the long ladder and stared at Su Cha's weird posture and his even weirder mental body.

Su Cha swallowed, and explained: "This is a ritual I read in an ancient book. It uses singing and dancing to dispel evil and cure diseases."

Cyril did not show a strange expression, and asked lightly: "Effective?"

Su Cha nodded quickly, "Look at me, I'm in good shape. I can break big rocks. I dance for myself on weekdays."

Cyril seemed to accept this reason.

Until Su Cha left with a smile, he summoned a few guards and gave a brief explanation.

In the following afternoon, the guards in the palace read almost all the ancient books, and finally rushed over to report before evening.

"There is such a ceremony as His Highness said."

Knowing that there is indeed a record in the book, Cyril's expression slowed down. Fortunately, this child is not hysterical.

Jinwei continued: "This kind of ceremony is called Tiao Dashen, and usually two people are required to act as the first god and the second god."

Cyril thought of the scene at that time, the spirit body should barely be regarded as an assistant.

"Does it work?" he asked.

"I can't say anything else, but among the sick people, nine out of ten people who were jumped died."

"..."