Continuous rebirths and interspersed in chaotic time sequences make Tong Zhuo's memory confusing. In the deep web of memory, there are fragments and scenes that may or may not be related to her but are difficult to continue.
Scene 1: In the hinterland of the Kubkere Desert, a group of unclaimed children on the dunes were driven into a line by the sergeants of the victorious side of the battle, the Star Exiles. There is no obvious difference between humans and interstellar exiles. The only clear difference is that interstellar exiles cannot feel pain. In order to distinguish which side these children lost in the war belonged to, the sergeant did not hesitate to use a sharp dagger to peel off the children's nails one by one...
Scene 2: "The results of the experiment are out. After three rounds of breeding, the meat quality of the domesticated Yeli cattle has reached edible standards." "Okay!" Huen's loud voice was full of joy. He couldn't wait to look at Riemann, expecting a bright smile. That's right, Riemann's eyes curved into crescents, and he smiled with a heart-stirring smile, "Great, the children of Blue Star and Ino are in great need of high-quality protein!"
Scene 3: "As the only female animal trainer on Blue Star, Tong Zhuo, if you want to kill me, you should have a better way." Mo Hetu's rough hands kept exerting force on Tong Zhuo's smooth shoulders. Her delicate cheeks were flushed with humiliation, but her mouth was filled with stubbornness. Qiang, "It's just animal taming, you don't care what method I use!" Mohetu's face changed to his usual cold and sharp look, "If we are not sincerely convinced, the Blue Star people must die in Turin." He picked up the dagger that had just fallen to the ground, held it with one hand, and held it an inch away from her heart...
Motto: No matter how long the night is, day will always come.