Birds and Reptiles

Background copy: In the interstellar age, various races fought endlessly, and humans lost their homes in the war. They sacrificed a large number of their own kind to fight for a planet where the remaining people could live for a short time. In order to settle down for a long time, they banded together and established the Human Alliance. A small number of people have found a holy technique from ancient inheritance rituals that can awaken the special energy body hidden in the human spiritual sea. This special energy is stimulated through mental power, and then uses mental power as a medium to act outside the human body, transforming into creatures with powerful power. These people who have awakened the living beings are called spirit masters. As a result, a behemoth that stood above the alliance, the temple, rose from the ground. In the development of mankind over the next hundred years, it played a role that will last forever. Emotional copywriting: On a certain day of a certain year in the Xingyuan calendar, after Jiang Chubai checked the spiritual sea of a certain senior official who had a good impression of him, a certain Qu who had been waiting aside and did not want to reveal his name was looking at him with a look of resentment. Wherever Jiang Chubai went, Qu followed him like a spirit behind him. "Why don't you ever check my spiritual sea for me?" Qu asked aggrievedly. "Huh?" Jiang Chubai was confused. This was the first time he had seen Qu Chuan like this. He was different from the usually calm, self-possessed and talkative young captain, and it felt quite novel. So he was not in a hurry to explain, but continued to look with puzzled eyes, wanting to see how Qu Chuan would react. Qu Chuan grabbed Jiang Chubai's hand and said, "He has no good intentions towards you!" He took two steps towards Jiang Chubai, lowered his head and said aggrievedly, "You haven't even checked me out, and even my birthday party..." You didn't even come. Looking at the pitiful person like a puppy, Jiang Chubai smiled. He stretched out his hand and patted Qu Chuan's head: "Why, now you blame me for not celebrating your birthday with you?" He rubbed Qu Chuan's hair twice, but still couldn't bear to continue teasing him. He smiled and said: "I'm not compensating you. Were you dissatisfied that night?" Qu Chuan instantly raised his head and said in surprise: "Is it just compensation for my birthday that time? I thought... I thought you were willing and that you liked me too." The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and he gradually became inaudible. Jiang Chubai sighed, this child is too insecure, but he has never really admitted this feeling, and has never expressed it. It seems that it is conceivable that he would behave like this. Exactly, when this happened to Qu Chuan, why did he look so cute? Jiang Chubai couldn't hold it back and chuckled. He put his hands on Qu Chuan's neck and buried his head in front of him: "There is no need to be jealous of anyone, because no matter what I want to do, you will always be my first target." Qu Chuan was stunned. He didn't know whether it was because Jiang Chubai found out that he was jealous, or because of these hot and straightforward words, or because of the hands clinging to his neck and the person buried in front of him. "Qu Chuan, kiss me." Jiang Chubai had completely fallen for this person, and the heart that wanted to pull him into the abyss at first was lifted up by him without hesitation. Jiang Chubai finally felt true love. He decided to enjoy this love and the surging love that this person brought to him. He was willing to die drunk in this boundless love and let himself sink. Before long, his face was gently held by warm hands, and the hot breath came closer to him. Those clumsy, strong lips slowly and firmly approached, rubbed, and then penetrated deeply. "Zhuozhuo, you are mine." A Buddhist (pseudo) high-level martial arts player who is more concerned with VS honor, a leader with boundless responsibilities and a successor who has a purely offensive mind. Intention: To grow against the wind