The leader of the cute army is a panda [Rebirth Interstellar]

This was the first time Mo Qian saw Gun Gun drunk.Of course, he hadn't had time to associate alcohol with the little guy he had raised before.

Drunk Gun Gun has a very different temperament than usual, Mingli and sensible who don't cause trouble are thrown into the sky, showing a kind of recklessness that he never had when he was a child.

Mo Qian looked down at the big group who was hugging his leg tightly and didn't know what to say, and didn't know where to start.He wanted to pick up Gun Gun and take him back to the small villa, but Gun Gun didn't let go of his claws, and it was useless to coax him lightly. He dragged him away from his left leg with a little force, and he hugged his right leg again.

This is not over yet, Gun Gun speaks louder, the king next to him, who is obviously drunk and fell asleep, stands up staggeringly, and with a flick of his tail, he binds his two legs and Gun Gun's arms together, and wants to help Gun Gun "catch" live" him.As soon as the king moved, the captain, sister and Ah Nuan also came over.The only cub who was awake thought they were playing a game and were actively participating.I don't know how they are entangled, you are hanging on me, and I am hanging on you, completely blocking Mo Qian's body around his feet.

People and animals who drink too much, as well as children who don't drink alcohol, can't be reasonable. The adults who can be reasonable just sit on the side laughing and watching, showing no intention of helping at all. Mo Qian looks around and sees nothing. The others disappeared, their eyes flashed, and even humans and animals disappeared.

Alves wasn't there, and the small villa was just the two of them living during this time.It was the first time I experienced such a process from the Beast Camp to the living room in one step. The big cat on the alcohol was fine, but it loosened its grip dully, while the fur all over Azai's body was blown up, and the whole cat flicked to the side , as if someone had quietly put a cucumber on his hind legs.

The warm and familiar indoor environment finally made Gun Gun let go of the parent's legs. This time, he climbed up the man's clothes, wanting to hug him.

Mo Qian wasn't impatient at all. Gun Gun was too well-behaved when he was a child, and he seldom acted like a baby, let alone messing around. Once this happened, a piece of expectation in his heart was fulfilled instead, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.But when I thought about it, it might not only be because of my indulgence and the effect of alcohol, but also because of the meaning of spending the rest of my life in style, and I felt my throat was astringent.

Holding the big dumpling hanging on his body, Mo Qian slowly walked upstairs.He had to slow down, and the roll kept rubbing against his face, the nose, mouth, and forehead, brushing across his face indiscriminately, so hard that he felt a little pain, let alone look at the road.But Gun Gun seems to be dissatisfied all the time, as if he feels itchy but can't scratch it, he is so anxious that he is a little anxious.It was useless for Mo Qian to pat him on the back to comfort him. He thought about finding him some hot drinks to hangover.

Before reaching the end of a flight of stairs, his arms suddenly loosened, and then the back of his feet sank, and the young Xiong Mao stepped on his feet with his bare feet.Fortunately, Mo Qian stopped quickly and his hands were steady, otherwise he would have been knocked down.Knowing that he was still drunk, Mo Qian didn't intend to blame him. He tried hard to hug him again, but when he lowered his head, he was stunned.

The young man looked at him with his head up, his cheeks were numb, but his eyes were shining brightly. The lake surface surrounded by black eyeliner was moist and dense, as if it contained the words of a lifetime.Mo Qian didn't move, and looked back quietly.He suddenly felt a sense of urgency to read these eyes quickly, and when the fog dissipated, the information would be hidden again.

His thoughts were interrupted by the young man's movement.Xiong Mao raised his right hand and gently stroked a piece of skin on his face. Mo Qian guessed that his face was reddened by the rubbing before Rolling.He wrapped his right arm around the young man's waist, raised his left hand to hold the itchy hand, and before he could say "it doesn't matter", he felt the young man bury his face in his chest.Now it's not only the fog, he can't even see the pair of mirror lakes.

Although there were early signs of Xiong Mao's physical problems, Sa Luomu's revelation of the cause was like officially pressing the start button, and his health began to decline blatantly.First, eating a lot and losing weight are synchronized, and what you eat offsets part of your consumption, and then your food intake begins to decrease.

In the past, Xiong Mao would keep looking for food every day, and he could eat as much as he put in front of him, but now, he has to be reminded to eat.Although the amount of food he ate was equal to that of ordinary people, Mo Qian could tell that eating was no longer a pleasure for him, but a task, even if what was served was his favorite purple bamboo and fruit .

In the face of concern, Xiong Mao often replied "not hungry", "nothing", "not tired".These are also true, his mental state is indeed good, and his physical strength has not dropped too much.Today, his body is a wooden house with ever-shrinking beams and pillars. It is still in balance, but one day one of the pillars will break.

Mo Qian was afraid of that day.

Since Sa Luomu was put under house arrest on Borg, Mo Qian asked him to check Xiong Mao's body every day.After a few times, Sa Luomu directly told him not to come until he got the original gene.

"This is an inevitable development. If you ask me, or find a professional doctor, to do something that treats the symptoms but not the root cause, it will be a kind of disturbance to his body, and the most likely result will be the opposite. Only by getting the original gene, I can figure out what to do."

In the end, Mo Qian could only set up a body monitoring program on Xiong Mao's optical brain according to Sa Luomu's request, and regularly send his basic body indicators to Sa Luomu for him to observe and record.

"I can predict the result, but there are still many variables in the process. The collection of data is meaningful for research, so there is no need for you people to come here." The former chief scientist's words were not pleasant, but Mo Qian still followed suit. Make parts of things manageable, even if only a little bit.

After spending the night in the living room of the small villa, a few overlord cats lingered on.There is no request for war now, and Mo Qian will not chase them away.With these guys around, Xiong Mao was also accompanied by friends when he went out to work, not to mention he found that the king and them were deliberately making Xiong Mao happy.

Animals are more sensitive than humans in some ways.Mo Qian wished he didn't have this discovery.

As the object of attention, Xiong Mao's feelings are more obvious.After taking a nap, two big cats sat by the bed and guarded him like a nanny; smiled at their neatly flicked tails, which could hypnotize him; planned to sit by the window for a while Sit, and there will be a warm and soft big cat cushion behind you...

Xiong Mao understood the meaning behind this concern.The time he spends going out has been greatly reduced, and those who know the inside story will be more worried when they see his appearance, and those who don't know where he is will wonder what happened to Gun Gun.The war is over, and the only thing he needs to do now is to follow everyone's wishes, rest well, live comfortably, and maintain a good mood.

However, no matter in his previous life or in this life, Xiong Mao was a well-behaved otaku most of the time. He didn't have many hobbies. When he had a lot of free time, he couldn't think of what to do.Mo Qian had asked him if he wanted to look around, he could call up the time, and with the space ability, he could come back anytime he wanted.Xiong Mao refused, saying that he just wanted to stay on Borg Star.Although there was nothing interesting here, it was the place where he felt most comfortable.

In the past, Xiong Mao hoped to integrate into this world as much as possible, have a sense of existence and create some meaning, but now his idea is just the opposite - if he is destined to be just a passer-by who broke in rashly, then he hopes that his traces will be a little lighter.

Xiong Mao has almost lost his sense of taste.He didn't tell Mo Qian that Sa Luomu had said that without the original gene, nothing he could do would help.For this, he always had a faint premonition.Still don't add trouble to parents.

Without the great pleasure of eating, Xiong Mao fell into the hobby that everyone who thinks he is about to reach the end has, reminiscing about the past.The subject of his recollection is simple.

After a lazy afternoon nap, Xiong Mao reclined on the king's body, enlarged the light screen, and began to appreciate the "private goods" in Guang's brain.There are group photos and videos of him and Mo Qian together, from when he was a little roll who couldn't walk, to when he was so fat that Mo Qian was completely covered when he hugged him.Most of the front parts were done by Phoebe, and many of the latter parts were taken by himself.Mo Qian had seen all of these.

His eyes lingered more on those that Mo Qian hadn't seen.The profile of the young major general when walking, the back when running, the heroic posture when commanding, the face when sleeping... Some photos are so far away that only a small silhouette can be seen, and some are so close that only a man's closed eyelids, A foot in a military boot.

It's a pity that Xiong Mao didn't secretly capture Mo Qian's laughing expression.Every time Mo Qian laughed, the two of them were almost alone together, and at those times he was either so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the ground, or he was so happy that he couldn't find the way.

The only one where the parent's smile is more obvious is a perspective shot from the bottom up.Xiong Mao has a good memory, but he can't remember what he was doing at the time or what happened around him, which made him show such an expression, the sharp-edged face softened, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was a warm light in his eyes .

Like this, there are many fragmentary photos with no composition at all. They were careless when they were taken. Now they need to restore the scene and the events before and after in their minds according to the time. He often has to look at a photo. long time.

Xiong Mao was immersed in the thoughts of going back to the past, but he didn't realize that the smile on his face unconsciously fell into the eyes of the king who condescended to use him as a cushion.The long-haired overlord cat looked at the human in the light screen, and then at the human leaning on him. His golden-green eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking seriously.

That night, as soon as Mo Qian came back, he felt the abnormal atmosphere.Several big cats who usually regard him as air are sitting in the living room, facing the direction of the door, as if they are waiting for him to come back.

He walked in calmly, and the big cats surrounded him with their heads held high, as if they were about to hunt, but he didn't notice any hostility.What new game is prepared for Xiong Mao?He didn't resist, and let these big guys knock him down, and then some carried him upstairs like a prey.

It's a pity, if he understands what the big cats mean, he should tie a bow for himself.