It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Mute bet on the dignity of the man to vow until the young emperor's actions continued for three days without succumbing.

the reason?

Ha ha, he was set up because he deeply loved a major general who died in battle, and loved to leave his companion and stay in the human world only to cherish the loved one.

Well, now that his "dear lover" is still cold, he can’t wait to run for the lover’s boss...it doesn’t look right, maybe Troll may think he might have been left by Gate. Spy or something.

Forget it, for the past two months, he still stayed in peace.

Thinking this way, he began to regret not agreeing with Robin’s initial proposal. The major general said to leave him when he left Ishtar. It was not because the work was too busy, but the major general used to always be at any time. Focus on him, and always stick to it if you don't move, will look at him softly and smile at him. He was used to such a major general, so Mute was very uncomfortable with the major general who now regarded him as a stranger.

Especially at night, he was used to being slept by Troll’s arm, sleeping in the major general’s arms and listening to the sound of the heart beating deep in the opponent’s chest. How long is the heart-wrenching beauty of the world-now, he is lying alone in a cold single room, a narrow metal bed, lonely, and his chest is somehow suffocating, and he can toss and go to sleep for a night. In the past, insomnia was terrible.

When I wasn't busy the other day, I was okay, and I had time to make up for my sleep. But these two days were so busy that it was dim and dark, and insomnia at night, so he immediately noticed dark circles under his eyes.

In this way, he does not need to take the initiative to perform at all, it is personally able to see his tired and haggard appearance.

"Although you really should pretend to be in front of the BOSS, but you pretend too... It's just like falling in love."

Being treated as a human flesh ball in his room for half a night, Robin had stared at Mute with a bruise on his face that had not disappeared, and finally could not help but speak.

Mute glanced at him blankly.

"What's the difference between me and broken relationship now?"

"...It makes sense."

Someone as the culprit is decisively walking away.

Mute was too lazy to take care of him, rubbed his slightly swollen head, and sighed. Now he doesn’t expect anything else. He just hopes that Troll’s mental body can adjust itself as soon as possible and recover soon... If it can’t be recovered within a month, he feels that he really wants to make a mistake and be expelled from Ishtar. Too.

After all, a living person with white skin and beautiful long legs dangles in front of his eyes every day, but he can't see it but can't eat it. The beauty of the prosperous age can be touched before, and it has a super good feel. The eight abdominal muscles and the narrow waist can't be touched now, is he suffocating too?

In the past, I was always tossed in bed and lived to death every day. I prayed to Your Majesty, who was pure and unsatisfied. It was best to abstain from **** completely. It is now the first time since I was born to feel how dissatisfaction is.

Rather than being so greedy every day by Mei Se, it is better to stay away from Mei Se, not bothered by sight.

and many more.

The boy who responded to his dissatisfaction was desperately helping his head.

Was he the rhythm of dissatisfaction until he started to evolve towards the rogue?

Mute thought that he would have made a mistake on purpose, and was expelled from Ishtar earlier, so that he could be a little farther away from the beauty, and he could still retain a little of the ethics he had left.

"Mute."

Just as the teenager lamented his loss of manners and supported his forehead, a cold and familiar voice came and instantly interrupted his cranky thoughts.

He turned around reflectively and stood upright.

"Yes!"

The black-haired emperor came over and handed him a transparent special material information board.

"Sent to the Monitoring Information Department..."

Halfway through the conversation, Suddenly stopped, and Mute had just received the transparent information board. With one hand stretched out, his muscular fingers grabbed his chin and raised his head.

Long narrow eyes stared at his face, and Troll frowned slightly.

Muteburn was still a little stunned. As soon as his face was lifted, his eyes also moved subconsciously, and then naturally fell on Troll's slightly pursed lips.

A cold light red, thin lips, when the lip line is raised, it looks quite sharp, but the partiality gives a very **** feeling.

As soon as his eyes fell on that lip, the teenager's brain could not help flashing the image of this lip biting on his lips countless times, and, again and again, a **** and deep voice penetrated the eardrum, and the tongue licked and licked his ear. He collapsed to the touch of crying.

With a suffocation of breath, Mute quickly turned his eyes down to disperse the discordant images in his brain. However, his gaze shifted, and naturally fell on Troll's neck.

Troll's black neckline with gold pattern was tightly buckled up as before, and the lacquered black hair strewn in, giving a very strong sense of abstinence, which made people dare not make it. But Mute knew very well that there was a very sensitive place near the neck of the neck that was tightly covered by the young master. With a slight bite, the muscles of the entire shoulder would be tightened.

He had bitten to death, and the tragic consequences... let alone.

Etc., etc--

What is going on with him now, why is his mind full of disharmony?

So is it still unsatisfactory?

The teenager who realized that he was getting more and more wrong had a feeling of crying without tears.

No no no! Absolutely not his problem!

He has become so impure now that it is absolutely all the major general's fault!

absolute!

Inexplicably, Mute, who was tragic and indignant, couldn't hold back, and exposed that kind of grief to a certain extent, against the obvious blue marks under his eyes, he perfectly showed the silent sadness of a person who lost his partner.

That's right, Troll who was staring at him at this moment clearly saw his look of haggard now in memory of his dead lover.

Troll frowned, let go of the hand holding the teenager's chin, and pulled the transparent information board out of Mute's hand. Before Mute responded, Troll walked forward and passed Mute.

Then, as he walked behind Mute, he raised his hand and held Mute's back collar, throwing it hard. With a snap, Mute, caught off guard, was thrown onto the sofa by Troll's collar.

The teenager who was thrown on the sofa was lying on the sofa, looking at Troll, who was standing in front of him, his head full of ‘? ? ? ’.

Troll confirmed the time.

"Give you two hours to adjust your physical condition."

As he said, he called for people to come in and let the soldier send the information board.

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

Does it mean I will sleep for two hours here?

He lay like that, gazing dryly at the single sofa next to him, sitting down, opening the projection light curtain and looking at what Troll was looking at.

After Troll threw him on the sofa, he ignored him and handled the affairs on his own.

Mute lay on his side without sleepiness, and instinctively turned his gaze to Troll sitting quietly aside. Troll was sitting, he was lying, and his eyes fell naturally on the man's long, overlapping legs.

The dark military trousers wrapped the overlapping thighs, slightly taut, and vaguely outlined the full and powerful muscle traces.

Mute stared at the big long legs for a while, and couldn't help feeling stubborn-because of this situation in the past, the major general always hugged him and let him lie on his lap, and he was not happy Not yet.

As a result, now he wanted to sleep on his thighs and couldn't sleep.

With a groan in his heart, Mute simply turned over and turned his back to Troll, seeing that he was upset, closing his eyes and trying to make himself fall asleep.

When he began to stare at Troll, Troll ignored him completely, and now, as soon as he turned around and turned his back to his back, Molan's narrow and long phoenix glanced over.

The eyes were faint, and there was no emotion.

Troll's feeling was very sensitive, and he could naturally feel that the young boy had been staring at himself.

The teenager looked at him staring blankly, his eyes very complicated, as if there were many emotions mixed in it, and among them, there seemed to be sad, hot, a little attached, and also brought a childlike grievance.

He remembered that when the teenager saw himself half awake and half asleep when he saw himself, he sticked up and sprinkled like a major, and the dark pupils that instantly lit up like a shining star when he saw him.

…Is the lover's body that this boy has lost similar to him?

Troll thought so.

At this moment, the teenager looked at him, what was in his mind? Is it through the similar profile of yourself... in memory of the lover that can no longer be reached?

He remembered the face with thick blue marks under his eyes. The face with a little childishness was full of tiredness, and the sadness lingered from the dark eyes, and his shadow was The hazy eyes in those sad eyes couldn't see clearly...

If you go on like this, the already weak teenager will soon fall down due to mental exhaustion.

…………

Just as Mute closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, suddenly a cold voice came from behind.

"You can't hold on like this for a long time."

what?

Suddenly hearing such a word, Mute got up inexplicably and turned to look at Troll.

Because his eyes had just opened from half-awakening and half-sleeping, and he was a little tired of falling asleep, his dark eyes were covered with fog, and he looked hazy.

He sat on his knees like this, tilting his head slightly and looking innocently with dim eyes at Troll who made him sleep and wake him up.

Looking from the perspective of Troll, he saw that the teenager stood up and sat quietly, misty and misty black eyes confused and helplessly looking at him, looking very fragile.

Somehow, the fragile and helpless look is really reassuring. So, after a little deep thought, Troll spoke.

"The death of your partner is an unchangeable fact. Presumably, he does not want you to go down with him."

"..."

Mute blinked.

"No." He replied honestly, "My guy probably wants me to go down with him."

"……what?"

"He once said that if he was going to die, he must kill me before he died and let me die with him."

Mute said he didn't lie. At that time, on the earth, he felt that the major general who was about to die was what he said to him.

And it's not just about talking. At that time, the major general really intended to kill him.

Troll frowned, and the ink blue eyes cooled instantly.

"What do you like about this stupid guy?"

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

Major General, would you call yourself like this?