It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The night is already deep, the stars above the sky tonight are extremely bright, and the shimmering light flashes on the dark night, like the waves of the river flowing in the night.

The floor-to-ceiling window of the large bedroom on the first floor is open. It is a floor-to-ceiling window that is almost a wall wide. At this moment, it is wide open. When you look inside and out, you can see the red forest garden outside. A towering tree towering up in the sky, tens of meters high, stands there like a fiery red wall. The night breeze swept through the sky, shaking the leaves and leaves, and in the silent night, the loud noise was extremely clear.

In the spacious room, the large bed next to it was light cyan, occupying almost half of the bedroom. Although the bed was large, it was very short, almost against the ground.

The dark-haired boy sitting on the pale cyan bed with his knees up, looked up at the endless starry sky. The cool night breeze blew in from outside, and the soft white veil in front of the floor-to-ceiling window flew gently. The swaying gesture was graceful and boundless. Occasionally the wind was slightly stronger, and the veil flew higher, almost from sitting The teenager on the bed brushed his cheek.

Mute loosened her arms around her knees, leaned back, and leaned her arms back on the bed, looking up at the stars. The night wind blew, raising his horns and brushing his hair ends. He looked at the starry sky for a while, then closed his eyes.

There was no light in the room, only a little starlight. The teenager closed his eyes, and the shadow of the forehead that was constantly shaken by the wind was shrouded in the eye socket. He opened it slightly, and could only see a little bit of black eyes. Slightly opened eyes.

No one knows what Mute is thinking at this moment, perhaps when looking at the starry sky at this moment, remembering the dazzling starry sky seen in the desert of that blue planet thousands of years ago.

It's the night sky, all the stars are shining.

However, after all, it is still different.

he thinks.

Different.

His hands behind his back were slowly bent, and the whole man fell backwards, lying on his back on the bed, looking at the rooftop in a daze.

This is a three-storey villa. The roof of the bedroom on the first floor cannot be transparent, but when he lay down, the virtual projection has automatically started, projecting the starry sky outside the house to the roof, and the views of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Seamlessly seamlessly connected.

Mute was lying on the bed, with one foot on the edge of the bed and one foot on the ground, looking at the starry sky that was so fragile, he was lying in the room, but he was lying under the starry sky.

He paused for a while, then closed his eyes slowly, as if tired and tired. The night was very quiet, only the sound of gurgling as the wind from the outside passed over the leaves, and only the shallow breathing of adolescents in the room. With his eyes closed, the virtual projection starry sky on the roof slowly faded, and the room fell into darkness.

Between heaven and earth, under the stars, it seemed that he was the only one at this moment.

I don't know how long, an inexplicable feeling made the teenager who seemed to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes, propped his elbows on the bed, he lifted his upper body and looked forward.

A long figure was standing in front of the open floor-to-ceiling window, arms folded over his chest, leaning slightly to the side, and the long legs of the sky stood slightly overlapping. Xingguang shined from behind that person. The man's face was not clear in the backlight, and he didn't know how long he stood there or how long.

As soon as Mute saw the man, he flinched back a bit, and then shrank back and forth, and backed down into the bed, even the foot that had been stepping on the ground shrank to the edge of the bed.

Unfortunately, although he moves fast, it is too slow in the eyes of a very powerful man. He retracted two times, and the marshal stepped on his long legs. He strode to the bed in two steps, reached for his hand, and grabbed Mute's left ankle, which could escape into the bed.

Then, the next second, when Troll dragged, he easily dragged the teenager who was trying to shrink his body into the bed and pulled it back to the edge of the bed.

"You run fast."

Marshal Feng, who marshaled Mute's ankle, dragged it back, staring at him.

The young boy who knew he couldn't run away blinked, showing innocent eyes looking at Troll, a pair of dark eyes shining brightly under the stars, turning slowly, like a little squirrel who had to get into a tree hole at any time.

That lovely little look really hurts.

Not to mention that nothing was done, even if it was really done, the unpleasant appearance made people reluctant to touch it.

In the starlight of the backlight, Troll's face could not be clearly seen, but the lips of the Marshal Lord hidden in the shadows did lift up.

He still held the juvenile's slender ankle in his left hand, pressed his right hand against the edge of the bed, kept leaning over Mute, and after a smile, suddenly bowed his head to the left.

The lacquer-like dark hair, which was silk-like, brushed softly over the skin of the calf. Before Mute could react, he felt a bite in his calf.

He instinctively gave a sigh, and after waiting for him to reflect who was taking a bite on the skin of his calf, the original innocent little face suddenly turned red. He pulled his left leg back hard, trying to break free from Troll.

It's a pity that he and the Marshal's strength are really inferior to the world. He feels that the strength of his milking has been exerted, but the hand holding his ankle is firmly in the air, not moving.

Feng Nian's eyes narrowed and he narrowed slightly, and the Marshal smiled again.

Then, his calf was bitten again, this time heavier than the last time, and the touch of his teeth was transmitted from the sensitive calf skin, making him blush even more.

I would have known that I would not change the pajamas of short-sleeved shorts, wear trousers and see how he bites!

The blushing boy closed his lips tightly and thought in his heart.

He hadn't finished thinking of a defamatory word, and the place where he was bitten was suddenly caught by a warm object and licked.

Mute's left thigh immediately trembled as if frightened, but that was not the end. No matter how he struggled, the opponent still bite a few more bites on his calf unceremoniously. The bite was okay, but the nearly hot irritation of the hot tongue as it brushed across the skin caused the teenager to tremble almost every time.

In the end, Mute, who bit her lower lip, couldn't bear it anymore, she had to surrender for mercy.

"Major General ..."

The boy's voice, soft and waxy, with a little humming nasal sound, was fluffy and soft like cotton candy.

"Don't ... itch."

The humming sound seemed a little aggrieved, and the dark eyes were squinting at Troll, bright, the water was shining, reflecting the falling starlight, showing some inexplicable traces.

The eyes of the man were darkened, and the shadows like the backlight sank.

He loosened his slender ankle, leaned down, and pressed on Mute, while Mute propped her elbow on the back, raised her head, and brought it together as if to please him and kiss his lips.

Troll held the boy under him, and Mute was wearing loose pajamas. After struggling for a while, most of the clothes on the waist lifted off. As soon as he rolled his waist, he pressed his fingers on the tender waist of the boy. The lack of exercise of the teenager's waist is not strong, but there is no fat, touching the fingers will have a feeling of flexibility, let people put it down.

"Do you want to ...?"

The boy in his arms whispered to him, a pitiful look.

Troll glanced at the poorly-dressed face and squeezed the fleshy little butt, and immediately felt that Mute was struggling, and reached out and held it down.

"Don't fight."

He stared at Mute, saying that handsome face seemed to be expressionless and cold when talking.

The child in his arms blinked and suddenly grinned at him. The dark eyes are curved like the crescent of a crescent moon, and with a childish handsome face, the buds of the branches with dew are clear and clean, as if you can see the warm wind brought by the early spring. The greenness of the lake was infiltrated into the heart of the human body silently and silently, so that the icy desert became green with green shoots.

Narrow and phoenix eyes stared at the person in her arms, her eyes softened to the extreme.

In the dark blue, even thousands of stars can't compare with the young man's smile.

Troll got together, Mute closed her eyes slightly, opened her lips slightly, and the cold thin lips blended with the soft pink lips. The extreme opposition, but the indescribable harmony, the lips and teeth were intertwined, and a little water and light appeared on the lips. angle.

It was an extremely tender kiss.

The kisses of men fell on the corners of lips, cheeks, and eyes, with indescribable affection and tenderness.

He didn't know when to lift his hand, and stroked it on Mute's neck. The blue and black metal information ring on his wrist lighted up. Dozens of light filaments protruded from the information ring, like a silk soft and translucent. The light filaments slowly extended towards Mute's neck and hindbrain.

"Open the spirit."

Troll said that the usual aloof voice was a little husky at the moment.

In order not to hurt the child, he can only control his desire and take it slowly.

He thought about it, and it would be best to get Mute to get used to it through the initial blending of spirits. If the soul is used to it, with the memory of the spiritual body and the imprint in the subconscious, the body will be much better in reality.

Mute Ben was still indulging in the gentle kiss of the Marshal. As soon as Troll spoke, he opened his eyes slightly, and stared at Troll in confusion with those moist, dark eyes.

The confused and unsuspecting gaze looked at the man's throat again.

"... Open your spirits and let me in."

The Marshal repeated again, but this time his voice was more hoarse.

Slightly opened eyes opened, Mute seemed to understand. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the dozens of soft filaments slowly coming towards him.

At that moment, his pupils narrowed sharply.

He seemed to see something terrifying, and his whole body trembled violently--

"No!"

The blue light suddenly shone from the shrinking pupil of the teenager, and the delicate light filament that was about to twine was instantly shattered by the invisible air flow in the air.

The powerful air flow gushed from the curled up teenager, as if refusing everything he wanted to be near him. Unexpectedly, Troll was pushed away by this terrible airflow, and his body reacted instinctively. His shoulder muscles tightened tightly, he held up with one hand, turned over suddenly, and landed heavily. Bedside.

The next second, he leaned forward, clasped Mute's shoulders, and frowned, looking at Mute, his eyes showing tension.

The sudden outbreak of Mute was only a moment, and the room was chaotic with a sudden strong airflow.

At this moment, the boy was quiet. He knelt down on the bed, staring at Troll, his expression blank.

"... No."

He said his voice was a little trembling.

He shook his head stiffly.

"Can't go in ... can't watch ..."

He clasped his head with his hands, and a gleam of fear passed under his eyes.

"Go in now ... see ... yes ..."

What is imprinted in the subconscious is the deepest scene in memory-and the so-called deepest can be the best, but it can also be the most painful.

At the time when Mute lost his memory, what he kept in his subconscious was the most beautiful blue starry sky in his memory, but now, if he enters his mental picture, he is likely to see the earth The scene where the flame of a nuclear bomb devoured and was destroyed.

It was because he knew what he would see in the mental picture, and Mute couldn't help shaking his fingers.

He didn't want to watch.

He didn't want to repeat the heartbreaking despair of losing that moment at that moment.

"Okay, don't look."

A pair of arms stretched out, he was embraced into his arms, a big hand gently stroking his hair, his back, a voice spoke softly in his ear, very low and light, as if afraid of scaring He's average.

The boy's stiff eyes moved slightly, and his strong chest calmed his mood a bit. He reached out and grabbed the corner of Troll's clothes, turned his head, and buried his face deeply in Troll's chest.

"Major general."

"Ok."

"... Major General."

"I'm here."

"........."

The boy buried his face in Troll's chest, his nose was sore, and the corners of his eyes almost glowed with water.

He no longer shouted Major General, but hugged the man in front of him tightly, his fingers clasped on Troll's clothes, fastened so tightly that his knuckles were slightly pale.

His face moved slightly, the face buried in the marshal's chest was exposed a little, the corners of his eyes swept the countless shining stars in the night sky, and then he closed his eyes, and the soft eyelashes at the corners of his eyes seemed to bear the trace of starry loneliness .

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After the destruction of Emperor Star, the universe spent a turbulent year. There were wars everywhere, maybe the day before was still a quiet life, the next day you would be awakened by the sound of roaring gunfire.

The fire of war spreads across tens of thousands of galaxies, involving tens of billions of planets. War is like a flame ignited in a dry forest, and it only takes a moment to spread to the entire world. The war has just begun, and the huge damage it has caused has not yet begun to be displayed in front of everyone. It is like the ground raged by flames. When the flames rise, you can only see the gorgeous red color. Only after the flames burn, the scorched earth is everywhere Only when the ashes are left can people see the cruelty after raging.

However, this is an unstoppable war.

Winner takes all, loser for Kou.

No one wants to be a loser, and everyone knows that in this battle for the hegemony of the entire universe, either you die or I live.

It's just that with the development of the war, whether others want it or not, the scale of victory has begun to tilt-in the direction of a self-made young man.

The dark-haired young marshal, in this year's time, fought south and north, and was invincible. He was like a lion coming out of the lurk, opened his claws and fangs to the entire universe, and torn. All the enemies blocking him.

The three aristocratic families who could barely confront him have lost one of them. In a large and unavoidable war, the huge fleet that this family devoted all its strength was defeated by Marshal Troll, who had always been watching. Lost its combat power, its entire star field and resources were swallowed by the marshal with a leash.

At this point, all the galaxies under Marshal Troll have opened the way, and all the influential star domains have become one, occupying more than half of the entire universe. The small and medium-sized forces near him did not dare to fight against them, regardless of their true or false intentions, they all expressed their attachment. The other two families who lost their companions had to avoid their sharp edge, and the small forces that attached to their walls began to shake, and many secretly wanted to work for Marshal Troll's forces.

In this year's war, all forces knew the young marshal's special combat power.

Gah.

That special existence that was once regarded by all humans as a monster, lest it be avoided.

However, this monster, said to bring doom and blood, became the sharpest sword in the hands of the young marshal.

Although the existence of this squad is less than ten, it always appears at a critical moment, and can even reverse the small war situation. After analyzing the data of Marshal Troll by the war analysts under various forces, It was concluded that, due to the existence of Gamma, at least each battle increased Marshal Troll's victory rate by 7%, while reducing fleet casualties by 12%.

A very scary statistic.

A data that makes other leaders' envy envy.

The desire for victory even outweighed the fear of unknown powers. Some people began to secretly use the buried chess pieces to hook up with the young man who was said to be the leader of Gha. With various promises and temptations, he only hoped that he would turn to himself.

However, these people who tried to dig the corner of the Marshal's adult only existed in history soon. They touched the Marshal's adult against the scales and did not know that they were swallowed by the lions with their hairs all up. It's clean, not even the bones and scum. After coming here a few times, other talents found that as long as they tried to contact the leader of the Jia, the day of basic destruction was in a blink of an eye, and they did not dare to act lightly.

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"Mute, do you really let us take it away?"

The Canaanites agreed with Noah when they came, and they would return to the Noah's Ark planet once in a while.

They have gone back twice this year, and now it is the third time. However, this time before they were ready to go back, Mute contacted them and said that they had something important to entrust to them.

"Ok."

Miao nodded characteristically. There was an endless starry sky behind him. He was suspended in the universe, surrounded by a light blue circle. The other Gals were also suspended in a vacuum, with blue light floating around them and talking to Mute around him.

"I've been fighting with the major general outside this year, leaving it alone there."

He sighed, and although he was reluctant in his eyes, he made up his mind.

Salome gave Caesar to him before he died, but he failed to take good care of it.

Indeed, Caesar did not worry about eating and dressing there, but in a large room, it was empty and there was only one living thing all year round. Although there were da das, da da was ultimately a machine-intellectual brain, unlike it ... Presumably Caesar had been very lonely. But he never complained to himself or got angry. The more sensible he was, the more distressed Mute felt.

Although the battle was smooth, it would take at least a few years to completely end the war. I'm sorry to leave Caesar alone in the empty room for a few years.

The power of Gaja comes from the earth, and each Gha has the ancient blood and breath.

Therefore, Mute intended to have Canaan take Caesar to the planet Noah's Ark and let Noah take care of it. Presumably Caesar will also like Noah very much, like that place.

"Well, now that you have said that ... let's go back to Ferner and pick it up, Sarah, and you will take care of it along the way."

Canaan nodded and nodded to Sarah, who had the best relationship with Caesar.

Jaffer groaned a little for a moment and opened his mouth.

"I'm a little confused." He said, "We have agreed with His Excellency the Marshal. If our companions are found in his field, he will protect our companions and **** us."

He frowned and said, "But until now, he already has such a vast star field, but why haven't we found a companion?"

Mute was silent and did not answer.

After a while, he spoke, but instead of answering, he asked another question.

"Jaff, I would like to ask, for so many years, you and Noah have been searching for awakening companions in the universe ... Do you think that Gha appears less and less?"

"You say so ... Noah did say something similar. He said that in the past two hundred years, it has been almost impossible to find traces of his companions, especially in the last hundred years, one of his companions has not been found." Ya Eph said, "So you were there, and we were very pleasantly surprised."

Canaan frowned beside him.

"But we can only find it by our own strength. It is very difficult. There is no way to find it, but the marshal is different. In such a large area of ​​rule, it is impossible for him to have none."

"... Have you ever thought about it, it's not that you can't find it, but ... it's gone."

"?????"

"!!!"

"What do you mean ?!"

In the face of Gamen's miserable eyes, Mute shook his head gently. He looked at the starry sky. The endless starry sky could not see the end, but he looked into the distance, as if looking at someone in the dark through the darkness in front of him. The place. The invisible air flow made the black hair on his forehead flutter, and a little blue light flashed under his eyes.

"Perhaps ... Since more than a hundred years ago, there will be no Gawa awakening among human beings." He said softly, somehow with a trace of sigh, "You go back and tell me this sentence to Noah, I think, he should know what I mean. "

Although it is only speculation, in this year, he has confirmed his speculation.

Twenty thousand years have passed.

No more Gamma will be born from humans.

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After the young Gamens left, there were several wars again, but they were all small wars, and Mute only shot once. It was only because the leader of the other party did not surrender and wanted to die with them, he shot to stop this crazy one. Guy, avoid meaningless damage to Her Majesty's fleet.

After fighting these few battles, the universe suddenly calmly and temporarily calmed down, and no one dared to act lightly, and the entire universe fell silent for a while.

The Ishtar flagship, which has been in the stars for a year, has also begun to return, returning to Fona Star, which has not been seen for a long time.

Because there was no fighting in a short time, Mute and Troll spent more than half a month on Ferner.

Via, who has been promoted from colonel to colonel, stands in the living room, waiting for his boss to read the information and give instructions.

Marshal Troll sat quietly on the sofa, the blue light curtain shimmered in front of him, and the data kept jumping and brushing in it.

He sat there, looking at the light curtain, and stroked his hands lightly on the teenager's hair lying on his lap. Mute, who woke up for a while, yawned, rubbed his eyes, opened a look at Via, and a glance at the Marshal ... Putting his head down, he continued to lie on the Marshal's lap, sleepy.

Via looked away and felt invisible.

Probably because without Caesar to play with, Mute became extremely sticky during this time. Every time Via came to report, she almost saw Mute stuck to Marshal.

If you just rely on it, the teenager is still adolescent, at most it depends on a slap. However, the boss of his family is always a guy who is indifferent. He often rubs his ears and ears when he thinks about it, and kisses him on Mute ’s head and cheeks. He often kisses deeply and starts to kiss deeply—how do you think How can it be like a stunner who was tempted by the beauty to lead the country to be ridiculous on the court.

And Mute doesn't know what's wrong recently. In the past, they still felt embarrassed and embarrassed in front of them. The marshal's actions would be fleeing if they passed. But recently, he seems to have gotten used to it, and although he seems a little embarrassed, he has hardly refused the intimate actions made by the marshal before others.

As it is now, Troll lowered his head and kissed the lips of the boy lying on his lap in front of his face. Although the boy's cheeks turned red, he did not hide, but turned his head after kissing and turned Face buried in the Marshal's belly.

"There is already movement over there."

Pretending to see nothing, Via reported expressionlessly.

"I think we will act within a week," he said. "Hello Marshal, it's time to go."

Troll snorted, looked at the light curtain in front of her, and rubbed the young boy's soft hair on his leg unconsciously.

He said, "Be prepared and set off tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Via stood up and gave a salute, then turned back to do the final preparations before the trip.

After he left, Mute, who was lying asleep on Troll's lap, was finally awake, and he yawned.

"Going to fight again ..."

He rubbed his eyes and complained softly.

"I haven't had enough rest yet."

Troll petted his hair fondly and said nothing.

Mute thought about it and continued, "I can do this. I'll stay here for two more days. Canaan and they will come back in about two days. I will come over to find you with them."

"........."

Troll looked down at him, his dark forehead fell, and shadows fell in his eye sockets.

The dark blue eyes, even in the shadows, seem to have thousands of stars, clearly reflecting the face of the boy in his arms.

Mute was so watched by him, he got up and sat on his lap, staring at him.

"I want to take a few more days off."

He said, watching Troll begging.

"Not enough rest."

"……it is good."

Troll stroked Mute's cheek, her eyes soft.

He leaned over and gently tapped the lips and cheeks of the boy in his arms.

He said, "I wait for you."

Mute reached out and wrapped his neck around the man, clinging to the man's cheek, rubbing his ears.

He looked down, and the slender eyelashes dropped a shallow shadow under his eyes. The eyelashes trembled gently, as if they could not bear the trace of a wind.

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The starry transition point opens in the starry sky, and the bottomless black hole emits a strange light. Led by Ishtar, countless fleets, led by the young marshal, pass through the transition point and reach the battlefield on the other side of the universe.

When all ships disappeared, the open jump point glowed brightly, and then disappeared into the starry sky.

Under the sky and the sun, Mute was standing on the grass, and the wind whizzed from above, leaving his forehead scattered messily on his cheek.

He stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, and saw the extremely bright spot of light in the day sky. His eyes suddenly dimmed slightly, and even the falling sun couldn't catch the shadow from his eyes.

He lowered his head, and his fine hair tip passed the corner of his eye. He closed his eyes, drew his hands to his side, and clenched them into fists. His fingertips were very tight, very tight, and his palms were tingling.

Under the sun, the teenager's body slowly floated.

He just flew up slowly under the light, the invisible air flow stirred his black hair, letting his hair tips and clothes horns fly endlessly.

He kept his head down and clenched his fists. His lips were so tightly squeezed that his lips were pressed almost white, as if he was too heavy to breathe.

[It's time to go home. 】

it is good.

[It's still there, it's sleeping. 】

I must go back.

[Do you want to go back to earth? 】

Must go back.

Back to the planet where I was born and where my loved ones rested.

[Humans have destroyed the earth. 】

Yes.

So it cannot be forgiven.

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【I wait for you. 】

I'm sorry, Major General.

I must return to earth.