Pheromone Recognition Disorder

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    At this momentary scene, the torrent of debris that destroyed the sky and the earth rushed toward the face, like the end of the world collapsing.

    "Huo Xianfeng——!!!" The

    boy's eyes opened a line, only to see, in the chaotic and blurred vision, he seemed to see a little silver, just like a faint star, in the turbulent torrent. , dimly lit up.

    Snapped!

    A hand gripped him tightly. The ferocious wind blade was wrapped in unknown metal fragments, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of bloodstains were cut on that arm!

    "..."

    An inexplicable sense of familiarity swept over like a frenzy, and even the soul seemed to tremble slightly because of it.

    It seems that once, there was a person who ignored him like this and rushed towards him.

    ...... Who is it?

    Huo Xianfeng couldn't remember, just closed his eyes and fell into a dark chaos.

    The endless darkness seemed to spread for a long time, and it seemed to be only a short moment, until Huo Xianfeng heard a dull tap, dong,

    dong!

    It was like someone was banging on a glass case full of water.

    [I am back. ]

    This is a boy's voice, unfamiliar and familiar.

    This sound was like a stone falling to the surface of the lake, and ripples appeared layer after layer in the darkness like eternal night. In an instant, the entire dark world brightened with this sound.

    - This is a huge laboratory.

    The walls, floors, and ceilings are all silver and white, and it looks like a very holy decoration.

    Countless quiet experimental instruments are parked here, and on the screen, dense data streams shuttle quickly, like a fast-flowing torrent of rivers and seas.

    In the middle is a huge spherical culture cabin, which is filled with light blue nutrient solution. In the most central position, there is a child about four or five years old curled up. His neck goes all the way to the spine. The thin tube looks terrifying.

    At this time, the boy in the white robe stood in front of the culture cabin, stretched out his hand, tapped the glass with his knuckles, and then pressed his warm palm to the cold glass surface.

    [I am back. ]

    His voice was a little immature, but his tone was very gentle, like a mountain mist brushing slightly in the early morning.

    Huo Xianfeng looked at the profile of the white-robed boy quietly, and it was easy to recognize that this should be Huo Chao as a child.

    After escaping from the earth before, he consciously searched for the photos of Huo Chao, but most of them were already the appearance of Huo Chao when he became an adult, majestic, cold, and calm.

    But if you look at Huo Chao at this time, there is a big gap between him and the future commander of the alliance. He looks like he is only eight or nine years old now, and his face is childish but handsome.

    At this time, there were some ripples in the training cabin, but Huo Chao did not get a response.

    He wasn't annoyed either, just lightly stroked the cold glass and muttered to himself,