It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The breeze swept over his cheek and blew his forehead. He stood on the ground, a lush canopy rustling on top of his head, bright sunlight shone on the ground, white clouds floating above the sky, dotted with blue sky.

A hand reached over, and the soft tissue wiped the sweat from his forehead. He raised his head and saw his mother standing in front of him, gently wiping the dust on his cheek while teaching him to raise his hand. He wanted to poke his head hard. He smiled away from his mother's poking fingers, but another hand stretched out from behind him, and patted him on the back of his head, making him stagger forward.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that he was rudely patted on the back of his head and stood there with a tulle, pierced his lips and looked at him, and saw him looking at her, and then raised his hands and patted him. Hiding behind his mother, his mother guarded him with a smile, so angry that the veil could not work.

When he turned his head again, he saw his father sitting on a rocking chair under the tree, while stroking the fluffy golden retriever dog's head to feed him to eat, while looking at it with a smile, his face was calm, his eyes had said no Out of tenderness.

He hid behind his mother and smiled at his father. He saw the golden sunlight falling on his father's mottled light through the dense canopy, and his chest was surrounded by warm sunlight, with an indescribable sense of peace.

The big golden dog banged, and his father raised his hand as if calling him.

He turned his head to see his mother helping Tarza to sort of messy hair, smiled at him, and he walked towards his father.

The sun fell on the earth, and he walked towards his father like a light trail.

Going halfway, suddenly, the sunlight disappeared in the sudden.

Darkness came and swallowed everything in an instant.

He looked up and saw the darkness like a monster with open mouth, swallowing down his father and big dog under the tree.

He turned back in panic, and the fire suddenly illuminate his face, and the flames from nowhere came up, and spread to the two closest women in an instant.

He opened his mouth to shout, but couldn't say anything; he reached out and rushed over, but his body seemed to be a rock and couldn't move at all.

He could only keep his eyes wide open and watched the red flame melt the two in the flame to two bones in a split second. In the end, the bones became ashes.

The wind was dashing, blowing the flame whistling like a fire dragon, and the red flame swallowed him violently—

…………

The boy opened his eyes sharply, his face paled so hardly to see a little blood.

The sweat on his forehead was cold sweat, almost soaking his forehead. He opened his mouth, his lips were pale, as if out of breath, the corners of his lips were twitching slightly. All four limbs seemed to be infiltrated into the bone marrow by the chill, frozen into ice cubes, and only shivered slightly, but the heart was beating violently in the opposite direction, as if it would break the chest in the next second.

He was really out of breath, and although he was breathing quickly with his mouth open, he couldn't breathe in any oxygen. He curled up, clasped his chest tightly with his right hand, and the feeling of suffocation was so painful that tears leaked from the corners of his closed eyes--

Someone held Mute's neck and forced his head up.

His mouth, which has been open and breathing fast, but still feel unable to breathe oxygen, is blocked by something with a coolness. He was suffocated. He instinctively wanted to struggle to shake off the thing that blocked his mouth. He opened his mouth and continued to inhale oxygen quickly, but his body was squeezed hard, and his neck was choked tightly, making him unable to move at all. His lips were so blocked that his nose was covered. Can't breathe.

He couldn't breathe at all.

The uncomfortable feeling made the corners of the teenager's eyes turn red, and even the eyelashes at the corners of the eyes were wet with the leaking tear marks.

However, it was strange that he just felt like choking when he breathed quickly with his mouth open, and now his mouth and nose were blocked, but his breathing slowly became smoother.

Oxygen entered the chest, and the feeling of suffocation dissipated, and his violently undulating chest calmed down a little.

The nose covered by the force was first tentatively released, and Mute breathed gently with his nose, and his blood-filled head slowly eased. Then, the lips that were blocked by him were let go, and a deep voice sounded in his ear.

"Breathe slowly, don't worry."

The familiar voice had a power that made Mute involuntarily want to rely on him. He opened his mouth slightly, did not rush to breathe, but took a slow breath, and then spit it out.

The dullness in his chest was relieved a lot, and he continued to inhale slowly and then spit it out. As he repeated this breathing, he felt a hand gently stroking his back, and occasionally patted it, as if helping him to breathe, as if soothing him.

After the breathing subsided, Mute, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened her eyes. Because of the tears, his vision was slightly blurred.

In the vague field of vision, at first he saw the graceful neck and chin. He raised his head slightly, and saw the cold, thin lips. He was tense at this moment.

Because of just now, this little bit of power had already exhausted his strength. At this moment, he was all weak and his body was as if he had no bones and could not move.

He did not continue to look up, nor was he able to continue to look up. The hand that originally held his neck was up, pressed his back, and pressed his head into the neck of the marshal. He was slammed into Troll's arms as a whole, and Troll flicked his hair lightly with his chin, still stroking his back with his hands.

"never mind."

He heard the marshal say in his ear, a very light voice, as if afraid to scare him.

Troll hugged him as if coaxing a little child.

The temperature of the skin on the marshal's neck passed over, and although it was a little bit cold, it inexplicably calmed down. The pair of arms around him, although hard and tight, made him feel at ease.

Mute closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and snuggled up in the embrace that made him feel warm, with her forehead against the other's chest, and through the thin shirt, she could feel the temperature of the skin under the clothes.

"……Ok."

He gave a soft hum, just a sound, and the final ending also had a slightly heavy nasal sound, like the whimper of a little **** cat, which made people's hearts soft.

The room was quiet.

Stroking Mute's back, watching the calm breathing and quiet face of the person in his arms, the solemnity in Troll's eyes disappeared.

The boy in his arms was slightly wrong, and he immediately woke up. At first Mute was struggling to breathe like a nightmare. He was about to wake him, but when Mute suddenly opened his eyes, he looked extremely distressed. He held his chest tightly as if he couldn't breathe, making him suddenly nervous.

Troll knew what it was.

Over breathing symptoms.

The reason he knows it is because a small number of new recruits who have just boarded the ship will experience such symptoms under great pressure after experiencing war. The reason why such symptoms occur is mainly caused by excessive anxiety, depression, and severe unbearable psychological load.

...

Troll held the person in her arms, lowered her head, and kissed the horns wet with cold sweat.

After seeing the destruction of Emperor Xing, the teenager who remembered the tragic memory of the past once again, except for losing control at the beginning, has always behaved calmly, even when he told them everything, his voice was very calm.

Just now, the child was smiling at him in front of him, worried about him, and coaxed him to rest ... He smiled brightly at him, but hid all the heavy and painful things from others to see, not to worry , Curled up and licked his wound quietly.

Troll looked down at the man in his arms.

The boy snuggled quietly in his arms, closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the eyelashes wet with tear marks were softly attached to the corners of the red eyes, but his lips were a little less bloody.

He curled up in his arms, his forehead resting against his chest, like a small animal afraid of coldness, curled up and arched his entire body into his arms for warmth.

The fragile appearance that can no longer be concealed makes people look distressed.

The room was very quiet, only light and shallow breaths of different frequencies echoed.

Nestling in the familiar yet reassuring embrace, Mute felt himself gradually calming down. After that painful memory was retrieved, he has been trying to tell himself to be calm and calm, and he forced himself to calm down in the face of that memory.

However, the more forcibly suppressed, the more it will rebound. That nightmare almost made him lose control again, and fell into a breakdown again.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Fortunately, there was a major general by his side.

He thought that as long as this person is still there, he will not be easily hurt by anyone.

Listening to the heartbeat from his chest close to his cheek, Mute had calmed down. He breathed gently, opened his eyes, pulled his head back a little, and looked up at the man holding himself.

His eyes crossed the white chin, the pale thin lips, the straight nose bridge, and the slender phoenix of the man.

That man also looked down at him, and that man looked at him, and there was always the light of the stars and the sea.

Covering Mute's eyes with one hand, blocking his sight, he couldn't see Troll's face again.

That was Troll's hand.

Marshal pursed his lips, covering Mute's eyes with his left hand, preventing him from looking at his face.

"Major General?"

The boy, who was blindly covered, shouted in doubt.

However, his eyes were still covered, and the Marshal's hand was not removed.

Mute only felt confused. He blinked, raised his hand to grab Troll's hand, and dragged it, not pulling it away.

"... Major General?"

"Don't look."

"what?"

"You don't want to watch."

The juvenile face flashed suddenly in his mind, and instantly realized.

But this wake up, Mute only felt cried and laughed for a while.

"What and what ..."

He tugged at Marshal's hand again, but he still didn't pull it away.

"I said ... even then, it wouldn't help you to do this ... you can't always cover my eyes like this?"

His eyes were covered, Mute couldn't see, and the Marshal's lips, which had been pursed, narrowed tightly after his sentence, as thin as a line.

The Marshal didn't say a word, but his face obviously looked worse, apparently very unhappy.

"Major general."

Seeing that Troll was silent, Mute shouted again.

Covered with eyes, he was helpless and couldn't help but want to laugh. Troll's move was just like a child who was ill-tempered because he felt wronged. He felt that when he saw his face, he would think of that person, and he did not want to see it, so he covered his eyes to prevent himself Look.

"Major General." The teenager finally couldn't help but laughed. "Unless you go to plastic surgery and change this face, I can still see if you let go."

Faced with the grumpy marshal, Mute couldn't help but want to tease him.

"it is good."

"what?"

"I'll do it."

What?

The teenager was aggressive.

What to do? What are you going to do?

[Unless you go to plastic surgery ...]

【it is good. 】

Lying down! !! !!

The boy who was inexplicable a second ago was bubbling up like a fire burning his **** when he wanted to understand.

A powerful force erupted from his body, so that he actually pulled away Troll's hand in front of him. He turned up and sat up, because he was too anxious to sit directly on Troll. But Mute, whose head had exploded, didn't notice this, just sitting on Troll, leaning down and reaching out, pressing his hands directly on Troll's shoulder.

A teenager who rolled up and rolled over the Marshal's body stared at the face of the man pressed by him with a bitter and bitter eyes, which was so handsome that he could only use the beauty of the world to describe it.

"you dare!"

Mute growled.

He stared at the man's face that looked so good, looked good, and looked terrible. When he thought that the face might be gone, he suddenly felt his heart pumping, and his heart was sore.

By, by, by, by!

This face-this face-even the universe-level treasure is not an exaggeration-this prodigal should say that destruction is going to be destroyed!

For a long time, the teenager with severe face control only felt distressed.

Do you know how many people on your face are envious of envy and hate how many people don't want it? (Including Mute himself)

Don't you just say no?

And it's still an understatement, it hurts people's hearts.

It feels like you're drooling at a valuable baby in someone else's hands, and the result is that someone smashes the baby lightly, and the feeling is simply--

It's simply--

"You, you ..."

Mute opened his mouth to roar, but the pair looked at his dark blue eyes, and the roar in his throat swallowed involuntarily.

He paused, feeling that he should be soft, so he softened his voice, like coaxing a child, and trying to coax Troll to change his mind.

"Good face, you have nothing to change what it does, and, suddenly, it has changed. Isn't it troublesome for your subordinates not to recognize you, and, and ..."

Mute was still trying to find a reason to dispel the thought of Marshal, the man who was under him looked at him deeply, and suddenly spoke.

"You don't like it."

The Marshal said, concisely.

One sentence, four words, let the rest of Mute's words fall into his throat.

[Unless you go to plastic surgery ...]

【it is good. 】

【why? 】

[You don't like it. 】

No matter how much rhetoric, this moment was in his throat, Mute looked at Troll, open his mouth, but could not make a sound. His throat was so tight that he didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly, the corners of the eyes became hot, and Mute resisted the inexplicable nasal soreness, and finally managed to put down the water vapor in her eyes.

He leaned over, leaning in with the hand that had been resting on the man's shoulder, and encircling the man's neck, he was sitting on the other person's body, and this leaning over turned his entire body on his side.

His face almost touched Troll's face, and he touched the tip of his nose.

The boy's eyes narrowed and he bent slightly, and he gently pricked each other's cheek with the tip of his nose.

"Do not make jokes."

Mute said with a chuckle, opening his mouth and biting the tip of the other's nose lightly, and then deliberately turned away when the other wanted to pinch, like a naughty kitten deliberately picking.

"I'm a superficial guy, very concerned about the superficial appearance."

He tilted his head again and bit the man's cheeks like the first snow.

The boy got close to the man's ear, and his lips were almost next to that ear. He smiled and said, "If you don't have this good-looking face, I might not like you."

He deliberately exhaled into the piercing hole, and continued to say, "At that time, whoever looks better than Major General You, I'll look for whom-oh!"

Only half of Mutter's words were spoken, and one hand suddenly held his head against his back and pressed his head down hard.

His lips were tightly blocked, and the marshal who blocked his mouth seemed to hate the sentence he just said, biting his lips with his teeth fiercely.

The lips soon became red and swollen, and the biting was a little painful, but not only the pain, but along with that slight pain, there was a crispy feeling, and the crispy feeling followed the bite Suddenly sucked and allowed to lick and spread quickly to the back of the neck and even the entire brain, plus the siege of the siege and the tongue, he devoured the oxygen from his mouth, and made him unable to breathe. His head was getting more and more fragile, and he could only grasp the opponent's shoulder instinctively.

"you dare."

I don't know when the Marshal who has been pressed against Mute's body lifted his body and looked down at him, his narrow and narrow Feng Feng eyes looked extremely dangerous.

The boy was lying under the man, and there was still a little water vapor like moose-like moist inky black eyes dangled on the marshal, blinking innocently.

"Well, dare not."

He glanced at Troll and said innocently and obediently.

The marshal's eyes twitched a bit, and his eyes fell on Mute's slightly closed lips.

The boy's original pink lips were bitten and licked by him almost rudely. At this moment, the blooming petals were extremely red.

Troll lowered his head, trying to cover his lips again, which kept him away. But Mute turned his face and hid, avoiding his kiss.

"pain."

Mute, who was sucked and licked so that her lips were red and swollen, hummed angrily and refused to let him kiss at the beginning.

But after a while, when he saw nothing, the boy turned to look at him again, his soft eyelashes blinked, and his dark eyes looked at Troll, making his heart soft.

The boy looked at him with a blink of an eye, and suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Major general."

"Ok."

"I like."

"……Ok."

Troll bowed her head, her lacquered black hair hanging down, intertwined with her light black forehead, and her warm foreheads touched each other.

His blue eyes reflected the smiling eyes that were bending under him, and those under his eyes glinted softer than anything.