It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

When Mute woke up, he found that he was not in his small room, but he was no stranger to the spacious bedroom where he was now.

He opened his eyes and looked around slowly.

There is a soft, thin quilt like a down, and the bed underneath is very large, not a humble bed extended from the metal in the wall in his small room. It is three or four meters wide and needs to be more comfortable. , Not only has always maintained the temperature of human body temperature, but also exudes a faint fragrance like bamboo leaves.

The boy sat up on his knees on the bed. He was about to climb out of bed, but raised his eyes to see the neatly stacked clothes on the bed.

Familiar colors of silver on black.

That should not be the clothes of the major general, because it is obviously much smaller.

... is his military uniform?

Mute stared blankly at the silver-black military uniforms stacked on the bedside, only feeling a little complicated.

He has never been a person who likes fighting. He has had countless dreams since childhood, but he never imagined that one day he would become a soldier.

Becoming a soldier, then one day, he will use the weapon in his hand to hurt others and take away their lives.

but……

Taking a deep breath, the boy reached for the military uniform and dragged it over.

Now that you have decided to live by whatever means, don't be fooled.

Do whatever you want.

What he must do now is to find a way to survive in this chaotic age without relying on others. Although it is good to hold a golden thigh, he cannot hold it forever.

While thinking about it, Mute, who wanted to change into the military uniform, reached out and grabbed the clothes at the moment, then lifted up.

He's just halfway up.

Someone stepped in from outside, their eyes collided.

The comer's eyes lightly glanced at him, and then he gave a slight snoring.

After all, for Major General Troll, it is quite rare to see a person with a muscleless white cut chicken figure.

Mute who lifted half of her shirt to reveal her belly and chest: "........."

Don't think I don't know what you're talking about!

Why are you in great shape? !!

The boy thought very seriously whether he was guilty of violating this major.

If not, why does he always lose his face for this and other reasons every time he meets this major general?

As he thought about it, Mute quickly let go, letting half of his clothes fall and cover his body like a white chicken.

At this moment, he was sitting in the middle of the bed kneeling, and the bed was too big, he had to move out of the bed and moved to the side of the bed.

Seeing that Major General was walking this way, he was even more panicked, and accelerated the speed of crawling to the bed.

But because he was too panicky, one who didn't pay attention and climbed to the bed had a crooked hand, and the whole man fell down towards the bed, and his face first landed—

One hand stretched over and caught him.

He hadn't responded yet, and the hand lightly lifted him all of a sudden and put him back on the bed.

The teenager who was taken back to bed was dumbfounded.

The man held him up with one hand.

... he was a little thinner but he still had some 50 or 60 kilograms. How could this man easily lift him ...?

His Excellency Major General apparently looks a bit slender, so why do he make such great efforts?

He looked up, only to realize that the major general was just wearing thin clothes.

At the moment, Troll wasn't wearing a silver coat with a silver pattern on a black background. The white shirt was still slightly open with a few buttons, exposing a half of the collarbone and a little chest.

You can clearly see the fine and tight muscle texture on the exposed small half of the chest, which outlines the arc of the lean chest muscles.

The sleeves of the shirt were pulled up, exposing the half of the front of the right arm.

Although the arm looked a little slender, it only looked at first glance. If you look closely, it's all tight muscles, tightly stretched, and the edges slightly swelled with a little arc of muscle.

... Oh my muscle density is almost!

Mute looked straight for a moment.

He patronized the question of how high the muscle density of the admiral was, and he did not pay attention to the other side standing at the bed watching him, then leaning down.

Seeing that the shadow was down, the boy looked up subconsciously, but before he had time to see anything, the Troll leaning down had stretched out his right arm, which was halfway up the sleeve, and held him.

Mute: "???"

What kind of situation is this?

Leaning on the edge of the bed with the left hand, the young major general bent over, leaning his right hand on the back of the child who was kneeling on the bed, and carried the child into his arms.

His right hand was a little unaccustomed, awkwardly, and patted the back of the child in his arms.

"No need to wear it."

He said the tone was still cold and cold.

But his hand gently stroked the young man's back.

"I will arrange you to retire."

He said, remembering the moment when the blood splashing on the light curtain stained the child's clear eyes with blood, and the pale look on his face.

The body of the young child in his arms was soft and warm, just like the blue planet that was slowly turning quietly in his memory.

He thought about the soft blue planet being stained with blood, and his heart suddenly became uncomfortable.

That planet should be so gentle and blue, quiet for thousands of years.

Such a calm and peaceful blue planet should not be caught in the flames of war.

The young child in his arms was not suitable for entering the battlefield.

Young Major General's sudden actions and words made Mute a bit hesitant for a while.

He hesitated for a while before reacting.

"... It's not ... You said you want me to accumulate merit or something, can you use that system?"

"You have priority."

"what?"

"You have priority over promises."

The thinking of Major General Black Hair is simple.

Prior to this, he regarded the boy as a descendant of the Uriel family. He owed a favor to the Uriel family, so he agreed to take care of the last descendant of the Uriel family.

At that time, to him, the boy was just a descendant of the Uriel family, and he only needed to fulfill his responsibility to let this person live and successfully have his descendants inherit the Uriel surname.

As for what this young man thinks, it has nothing to do with him.

However, now that he has become his partner, this child is his own.

His people, he naturally wants to protect.

Compared with the so-called human responsibility, of course, the will of his partner is of priority.

"........."

Mute, who probably knew the major general's thoughts, felt that it was necessary for him to solve this great misunderstanding.

He did not promise to be his partner.

No!

He likes soft and cute pink sisters.

Girl!

"That, uh, Your Majesty, in fact, it is so, that thing is a misunderstanding."

"........."

Troll raised his upper body slightly, still leaning down.

He looked at Mute, suppressing each other's posture from top to bottom.

Looking at those slender danfeng eyes, the teenager felt that his cold sweat was about to come out, but he had to bite the bullet and continue talking.

After all, if misunderstandings are not resolved sooner, dragging on will only make it worse.

"You know, I don't remember a lot of things, so what is the same thing ... I don't know."

He said, "So, I really don't mean that."

After thinking about it, he quickly added another sentence.

"Last time, I said about your eyes ... I also said it because I thought your eyes were particularly good-looking. You see, you said to me, 'This starry sky is so beautiful'. It has no other meaning at all. , Don't get me wrong. "

"........."

"Ah, that is, that, I didn't mean to you ... uh, that."

Mute said arrogantly.

"Do you understand?"

The man's dark blue pupil glowed with cold shimmer. He looked at Mute, but there was no look on Jun Mei's face.

"you do not like me?"

He asked suddenly.

The words were too straightforward, and the boy's tongue was knotted before he spit out a few words.

"Uh, uh, yes."

Troll looked at the boy silently, and the slender danfeng eyes inexplicably gave people an oppression.

After a little silence, he suddenly said again.

"You like men."

"……Correct."

The boy froze, almost squeezing out a word.

"Why don't you like me then?"

"what?"

I can't catch up with your logic, Major-General.

"No other man is better than me."

Troll looked at him and said lightly, in a calm, factual tone.

He looked like he was telling a fact that was taken for granted and indisputable.

"You like men, why don't you like me?"

You like men.

I am the best man.

Why do not you like me.

Mute: "........."

This major pretense of Major General, he must give full marks!

Mute, who couldn't get a word out of him, felt that he was getting worse.

Narcissists are so narcissistic that they take it for granted--don't you think you should know what humility is?

What does it mean that no one is better than you, and you are not blushing at all?

If someone dares to say this in shame in his day, he will definitely get the eyes of caring and intellectual disability from all sides.

He muttered two times in his heart, and Mute, who resisted the urge to roll her eyes, looked up to answer the other party's words.

But when he looked up, his eyes naturally fell on the young major general who slightly leaned in front of him.

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The lacquer-like black hair, which is as delicate as velvet, has a bright luster under the light, which makes the skin of men more like snow.

The slender danfeng eyes that evoked sharp radians looked at him slightly, and the dark blue pupils seemed to be the coldest glacier color that penetrated into the deepest part of the ocean floor.

The pale, thin lips clasped with pearly shimmer in the light.

Because I leaned over and unbuttoned the front few buttons of the white shirt, the neckline was wider, and I could clearly see the tight and well-textured pectoral muscle traces inside. It can be clearly seen that there are elastic long legs with tight muscles.

And the young man's white shirt collar, a golden pattern that symbolizes the distinguished status of a general officer.

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… He made a good point and he made sense. I could n’t refute it!