Drifting Wanderer

There was no hot water in the battleship, and since Ji Xingjue was covered in blood and dirt, he borrowed the washroom at the ground base to wash up. He didn’t see Qi Qing after coming out of a shower, so while slowly wiping his wet hair, he walked to the battleship parked outside, raised…

The kiss that fell on his lips was light, contrary to his master, no aggressiveness, but like treating something fragile. There was an explosion in Ji Xingjue’s head. For an instant, he froze in place, his heart was beating wildly and his mind was in a mess. He closed his eyes and thought in a…

The next day, the Central Star of the Boundless Star Sea, which was heavily guarded, was opened, and the Star Pirates who came back to participate in the election convention set sail from all over the place. Ji Xingjue stood by the window and looked out. Within his field of view, the great vast sea…

The Lord Marshal who spoke frankly was surprisingly cute. Ji Xingjue pressed his fingers against his lips, laughed softly before stopping teasing him, and stepped back to talk about business. “There is bad news. In order to prevent me from stealing the star map, Neil actually used a physical display that was decades ago, combined…

Ji Xingjue’s blessed mouth showed results again. On the third day of returning to the Doyler base, the silhouette of the Star Pirates was spotted on the nearest constellation. Damel lived downstairs, and when he saw the news, he immediately ran to Qi Qing’s room. Ji Xingjue was showing Qi Qing the upgraded ring simulation…

The Marshal’s Protection Squads, including Damel, were scrubbed by a realization today: Madam said he can fight, and he really can fight. Although he was caught by his ankle, Ji Xingjue reacted very quickly. He hooked his toes, and when he retracted it, he successfully left a mark on Qi Qing’s chest. Qi Qing squinted…

With his return after being away for a long time, Qi Qing still had to go to a meeting and take care of a lot of piled up things.  Damel sent Ji Xingjue to the room in the resting area and saluted, “Madam, rest well, your subordinate will remind the Marshal to come back early.”…

Thinking of those experimental subjects separated by a wall, both of them fell silent again, with silent anger lingering in their hearts. Although they knew that the success rate of bionic modification would be very low, and the Holy Order must have killed many people during the experiment, the feeling of seeing it with their…