The author has something to say: The copy says HE, so it must be HE.
I don't write BE's.
"If you don't give it, I will ask for it myself."
After the words fell, Troll glanced at the Baiqiu Zhinao floating beside him.
Fine black hair scattered around his cheeks, and the shadow of his forehead covered his eyes, as if his eye sockets were sunken deeply, but in the deep shadow, the dark blue pupils were still frighteningly bright.
With his cold glance, Bai Qiu, who had been quietly hanging beside the marshal, started to move. The originally faintly flickering red eyes suddenly lit up and stopped flickering, like two clusters of flames. Several small light curtains suddenly appeared around the sphere, so many that they almost enveloped the entire white sphere.
The transparent light curtain overlaps and surrounds the white ball. On each small light curtain, there are countless blue characters jumping rapidly. The characters and grid lines are crisscrossed and reflected on the white ball, like it There are countless blue characters flashing continuously.
In the next moment, the giant mask surrounding Mute like a waterfall falling from the sky suddenly shattered and shattered into countless light spots that spread out one after another, like snowflakes all over the sky, or like feathers of light that sprinkled the entire sky , just like that fluttering, overwhelmingly falling towards the two people below.
Troll stood, motionless.
The light-like feathers fluttered down from the air and passed by his side. He stood quietly, letting the falling feathers hit him and shattered into countless tiny shimmers.
He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he just stood there, staring at the young man opposite him with his long and narrow phoenix eyes.
Mutt raised his head, and the mask that imprisoned him shattered. He raised his head and saw countless snowflake-like light spots falling towards him overwhelmingly.
Countless light spots fell into his body, and countless light spots also fell on him, but they did not disperse, but gathered and fused together.
His wrists were slightly hot. He lowered his head and saw the converging light spots forming a transparent halo on the wrists of his hands. Dozens of thin threads of light extended from the halo, flying in the air. It stretches out softly, as if extending infinitely, and finally melts into the hemispherical dome covering the villa.
Mute's pupils twitched slightly, and he felt that the strength in his body was disappearing rapidly, and the strange strength in his body seemed to be weakening little by little like the strength that disappeared.
His head felt dizzy all of a sudden, he took a step back unsteadily, managed to stand still and didn't fall down, but then his feet seemed to burn, and before he had time to look at it, he felt that the speed of the loss of body strength accelerated again, The foot that was already strong finally softened, and he fell to his knees.
Mutt knelt down on one knee and put one hand on the ground. But the arm propped on the ground was also weak, barely maintaining balance, unable to use any strength at all, and still trembling slightly.
A transparent light blue halo wrapped around his wrist, slowly turning. Dozens of transparent threads of light extended from the blue halo, stretching out in all directions, tens of meters long, at the end Melt into the dome that hangs high in the sky.
He knelt on the ground, breathing rapidly, and felt dizzy one after another.
His light black forehead hair hung softly on his cheeks, he lowered his head and gasped for breath, his eyes fell on one foot, outside the soft boots, there was also a light blue transparent halo slowly turning Then, dozens of light filaments stretched out, swept across the sky, and finally melted into the atmosphere.
The young man stared blankly at the slowly rotating halo. He couldn't see the expression on his face, but the fundus of his eyes dimmed a little, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and finally he didn't raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him.
His body seemed to be out of strength, limp and unable to move at all, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but just as he moved, his eyes suddenly went black.
Mutt's face suddenly turned pale.
Because he suddenly remembered the past.
In the past, when he was still on the earth, when nothing had happened, when he was sick in bed, it was the same, unable to move, day after day, year after year, he could only lie on the bed like this, open Looking at the spring, summer, autumn and winter outside the window... He couldn't do anything other than look out the window, even if it was just breathing, it took all the strength in his body, and as long as he moved a little, the dizziness would overwhelm him, almost shaking his whole body devoured all...
This all-too-familiar feeling made him feel a sense of fear for no reason, and made his fingers on the ground tremble.
A shadow fell on him, and the change of light pulled him back from the memory of the past, he exhaled lightly, and raised his head.
In the backlight, he couldn't see the face of the man walking in front of him clearly, just like the backlight at the moment when the man turned to look at him amidst his shouting in the early morning not long ago.
Now it was noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the light shone from overhead, the brighter the light, the darker the shadows reflected.
The dark shadow enveloped his whole body, and the sunlight falling from Troll's body made his eyes ache slightly.
Marshal Troll leaned over and held out his hand to Mutt.
He wrapped Mutt's knees with one hand and Mutt's back with the other, lifting him up from the ground.
That kind of posture seems to be holding a child... intimate, pampering, but also has a great desire for control that makes people unable to break free.
Mute didn't struggle, nor did he have the strength to struggle. He quietly leaned on Troll, allowing the marshal to hug him like a child, and his hands rested softly on Troll's shoulders.
The black military boots stepped on the green grass, and Troll picked him up and walked towards the open French window. The man's head was attached to his neck, and when he walked, the cool and delicate black hair brushed over the skin around his neck. Mute opened his eyes, staring blankly at his hands resting on Troll's shoulders, as well as the slowly rotating light blue halo on his wrists and the filaments spreading into the air.
The blue halo was reflected in his pupils, as if the blue gleam had reappeared in his black eyes.
Light and shadow flashed alternately in his eyes, he stared blankly at his hand for a while, then spoke suddenly.
"… I'm uncomfortable."
Mutter said his voice was soft, low, almost inaudible.
The footsteps of the marshal holding him seemed to have paused for a very brief moment, as if he had never stopped at all.
Mute heard Troll's answer.
"You get used to it quickly."
He heard Troll say this, the cold voice was like the cold tone of the glacier cracking on the sea, and the chill made one's heart palpitate.
The boy fell silent, he didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and quietly and docilely leaned against the man who was holding him. He closed his eyes, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, revealing a trace of pain.
...
Mutt wasn't lying.
He was suffering, both physically and emotionally.
His body was unprecedentedly weak at this moment, and his empty body seemed to return to a long time ago, when he could only lie on the hospital bed and look at the sky.
Troll put him on the sofa in the hall and left, not knowing what to do.
He rested on the sofa with his eyes closed for a while, and got up to try it out, but after walking three or four steps, his knees softened and he knelt down on the ground again.
Just a few steps put a huge load on his body, making him unable to exert any strength. Mute knelt on the ground and gasped for breath, his forehead was already dripping with sweat, and he stuck a few strands of hair on his forehead, making him look extremely embarrassed.
He closed his eyes, and the room was eerily silent.
It seemed to be back to the beginning, at that time, day after day, year after year, at night, he was always lying alone in that terribly quiet ward.
The sound of steady footsteps broke the silence. Someone walked up to him, and his body rose into the air. He was picked up and put back on the sofa.
His breathing was still a little short, and he opened his eyes to look at the man.
The man bent his knees and squatted in front of the sofa, reaching out his hand to brush away the sweat-soaked black hair on his forehead.
"You are not in good health, be good."
The long and narrow phoenix eyes stared at him, the eyes were extremely soft, and Troll's voice sounded full of pampering.
But it was the soft eyes and loving tone that made the young man who was still panting feel chills for no reason.
The next second, Troll got up and sat beside him.
A hand stretched out from behind, encircling his whole body. His body was so weak that he could only lean softly on the marshal's chest. The arm that was holding him was too hard, and it was a bit uncomfortable. He looked up.
The marshal who surrounded him with one hand was also looking down at him, there seemed to be countless starlight in Mo Lan's eyes, and his dazed and uncomfortable face was reflected in the starlight.
"Don't be afraid."
Troll looked down at him and said, the arms around him relaxed a little bit, the eyes were still soft, entangled tightly, like a giant python that entangled silently from the night, soft The body is slowly tightened until the strangled person suffocates to death.
"you are sick."
The corners of the cold thin lips raised, and the man seemed to smile slightly.
With a handsome face, snow-skinned star eyes, and picturesque brows, that smile seemed to fade everything in the world.
The unnatural birth made Mute feel even colder.
…
If you are sick, you have to recuperate.
To recuperate from illness, one must stay in the house quietly.
The young man only felt that his body was very cold, and his face, which was already a little less bloody due to physical discomfort, turned a little paler.
He raised his head and looked at the man, his lips pursed tightly.
Troll looked down at him, the slender eyelashes drooped down, casting deep shadows on the snow-white skin, the starlight in the eyes covered by the thin eyelashes was still terrifyingly bright, like a sharp blade in the night, The snow-white sword blade reflected the cold moonlight, it was astonishingly beautiful, but also astonishingly dangerous.
Mute lowered his head, avoiding Troll's gaze, he felt that his mind was messed up, messed up, messed up. In any case, he never thought that things would become like this, his mind was in chaos, and his heart was also in chaos. He thought a lot, but it was like thinking about nothing.
He just thought about it in such a mess, and he didn't say anything for a long time. The marshal didn't seem to care whether he spoke or not, he just hugged him like this, gently rubbed his chin against his hair, and rubbed his ears or the hair behind his ears with his hands.
Then, with a beep, several glowing virtual light curtains floated in the air, right in front of Troll. Mutt subconsciously glanced at it, and saw that the largest light curtain was farther away, occupying almost half of the room, turning that half of the room into a three-dimensional star map, and one could see the light spots of different colors in the star map. The picture flashes.
The smaller light curtains are in front of the marshal, within reach, some are images, some are beating data.
The room was very quiet, only the few light curtains were flickering. The marshal's fingers seemed to move randomly on the light curtains in front of him. Every time his fingers moved, the largest star map projection flickered. All of a sudden, the light spots of different colors also followed closely.
Mute looked at it for a while, then suddenly understood, and his chest tightened.
The marshal commands the battlefield from a distance.
Troll should have gone to the battlefield in person this time, and he also thought so, so he chose to leave at this time. Unexpectedly...
The room was still very quiet, and Troll didn't say a word, but with the tapping of his fingers, faint traces of light kept flickering in the air.
Although it was a cruel war in a distant place, his expression was very understated. The gesture of his fingers gliding across the light curtain was like playing a war game on a game console. One right hand is deployed to command the fleet on those light curtains.
His left hand was always tightly hugging the young man in his arms, his fingers clasped the young man's shoulder, and occasionally he lifted it up to gently rub the young man's cheek or the tip of his ear.
Mutt glanced at Troll's side face, and the man looked forward, his side cheeks were cold and clear, the corners of his long and narrow eyes had sharp arcs, and his lips were pursed as thin as a knife's edge, so cold that no emotion could be seen.
In less than an hour, the 'game' is over. The light spots on the three-dimensional star map only had one color left, and the data dancing on the small light curtain also began to slow down, almost stopping.
Troll's fingers, which had been sliding and tapping rapidly just a moment ago, had also been retracted, and there was no further movement, just looking indifferently at the stereoscopic projection star map that had ended the war.
"I'm thirsty."
The boy curled up in his arms suddenly spoke.
The voice was not loud, a little hoarse.
Troll's eyes moved away from the slowly disappearing star map, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the person in his arms. Mutt didn't look up, he could only see the top of the boy's head, a little hair in the light black hair Xuaner.
During this hour, the boy was snuggled into his arms quietly and docilely, without any struggle - but he also knew that the child's current condition might be difficult for him to even move his fingers, let alone struggle.
He waved his hand casually, and an oval white metal plate automatically flew over, holding a glass of water. Troll picked up the glass of water and brought it to the mouth of the man in his arms.
Mute lowered her head, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then opened her lips obediently, so the transparent cup moved over, touched his lips, and fed water into his mouth obliquely.
The Marshal is obviously very patient. When Mutt took a sip, he would feed him. Mutt drank very little in one sip, and drank very slowly. He didn't mind drinking a glass of water for four or five minutes. He knew that Mute's current weak physical condition could only drink slowly like now, so he was not in a hurry.
He lowered his head and looked at the young man in his arms who was drinking the water in his hand in small sips. His gaze was unusually soft and somewhat satisfied.
...
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Physical condition is poor, very poor.
When he sat up from the bed, his head felt dizzy for a while, and he almost fell off the bed. Fortunately, Mutt reacted and grabbed the head of the bed with his hands, so he didn't really fall.
He took a few breaths and didn't dare to move. He didn't get up again until the dizziness in his head got better. This time, he didn't dare to get up too fast again, so he could only support the head of the bed and slowly get up straight, and got out of bed.
The huge French window was closed tightly, and through the transparent window, he could see the boundless night sky outside, the starlight flickered in the dark sky, and the night wind howled across the green grass.
He stood there staring blankly for a while, then stretched out his hand subconsciously.
What his hand touched was the cold and hard glass window, he saw the light blue halo slowly turning around his wrist, dozens of almost transparent filaments stretched out, penetrated the glass window, Unfolding in the night sky, the end seemed to melt into the night.
These threads sucked his power away and passed it on to the invisible shield covering the villa. He would never be able to destroy this shield, because part of the power of this shield was his power—he was driven by his own power. Imprisoned.
The cold breath passed from between the fingers, penetrated the skin, penetrated into the blood, and seemed to soak the entire body in an instant.
Mut stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked up at the starry sky, the starlight seemed to fall into his dark pupils. He remembered that a long time ago, in that cold hospital ward, every night, he was imprisoned in a small space just like now, and he could only watch the night sky outside the window through the window.
Everything seems to go back to the past, back to the starting point.
An indescribable sense of panic surged out of his body, and he clenched his fingers tightly on the glass window.
[If you don't give it, I will ask for it myself.]
Mute remembered the look in Troll's eyes when he said this.
He never misidentified those two people, but at that moment, the major general's face and eyes seemed to overlap with the man from 20,000 years ago.
[I want you to regret it.]
History seemed to be repeating itself again. After 20,000 years, on the young marshal who inherited that person's blood, he saw the same gaze as that person back then.
That look in his eyes was too terrifying, so resemblance that his hands couldn't help shaking at this moment.
…
After a while, the boy turned around and walked slowly towards the hall outside. He walked very slowly, because his hands and feet were still very weak, and the strength in his body seemed to be being drawn out all the time. At this moment, he was almost exhausted even after walking a few steps, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
But he knew that his body was fine, there was no problem, no sickness, just weakness.
After walking a few steps, he felt a little exhausted, instinctively supported the wall, and gasped for breath.
It was quiet in the room, he was the only one there. The major general left two days ago, leaving him here alone. The war he saw was probably just the first battle, and there would be several large-scale wars in the future, so the major general went directly to the battlefield.
After all... Now that he is exhausted after walking a few steps, there is no need to worry about him being able to escape. After the major general left for two days, he fell asleep in a daze for two days. Occasionally when he woke up, it seemed that a nursing robot was feeding him nutrient solution.
While thinking, Mutt walked slowly forward into the living room while leaning on the wall. He didn't turn on the light, so the living room was still dim, and the starlight fell through the skylight, falling on the slightly flushed face of the young man who was already physically exhausted when he came here.
The boy's chest heaved violently, and his breathing was extremely rapid.
He let go of the hand holding on to the wall, and took a few steps forward. His footsteps wobbled a little, as if he was about to fall. He stretched out his hand to support the side of the sofa, and then supported his body.
He stared blankly at a water glass in the corner of the long table in front of the sofa. The starlight refracted on the transparent water glass, and there was still a little water in it.
Mute remembered that it was left over after the major general gave him water two days ago, and it had not been cleaned up for some reason, and it had been kept there. He stared at the glass of water for a long time, and suddenly felt thirsty in his throat, so he walked over to drink.
He reached out to hold the glass of water, wanting to pick it up.
With a trembling of his hand, there was a crisp sound, the glass of water fell under his feet and smashed into pieces, the tiny shards of glass burst everywhere, and the spilled water splashed on his bare feet and wet his little toes.
The young man stared blankly at his hand, and his lips tightened a little bit.
With his current strength, he couldn't even hold a glass of water.
this body...
The black forehead hair was scattered in front of the boy with his head bowed, and the shadow covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment, only his low breathing could be heard.
After an unknown amount of time, the boy sat down slowly, leaning against the edge of the sofa, curled up his whole body, and sat on the ground with his knees hugged.
He buried his head in the crook of his arms, his bare feet stepped on the icy ground, they were a little pale from the cold, and his little toes were still glistening with water.
It was gradually getting brighter.
Brightened, then darkened again.
A day passed, and Mutt remained in that position, motionless.
It wasn't until the sound of the door sliding open in the silent room that he moved slightly and slowly raised his head.
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Returning from the battlefield, when he came back here with the boss, Robin's mood was very complicated.
He knew what happened, what Mutt wanted to do, and what the Marshal of his family did. It is because he knows everything that he is very entangled.
He dawdled behind his boss and walked into the room, worrying about how to persuade that little guy. As he pondered in his heart, he raised his head.
After looking up, his footsteps suddenly faltered.
Now it was late at night, there was no light in the room, and it looked very dim, only the tiny starlight shone down from the skylight, casting a little light on the room.
In the middle of the dim room, the boy sat on the ground with his knees crossed, his bare feet were abnormally pale under the starlight.
He put his hands in front of his body, holding his knees. On that slender wrist, a light blue transparent halo was slowly turning, and dozens of transparent filaments extended from the halo.
On his starry and shockingly white ankle, there is also a light blue transparent halo slowly turning, likewise dozens of thin lines unfolding.
The light-like transparent filaments criss-crossed all over his body, as if wrapping the boy in it.
Countless strands of light centered on the young man spread out in all directions.
In the dark night, in the dark room, the transparent light refracts the starlight, as if it is shining.
It seemed to be a huge net unfolding in the darkness, unfolding from behind the young man, countless silk threads intertwined in the darkness.
It was like a spider web in the dark night, tightly entwining its prey.
…
A beautiful scene.
An almost eerie scene.
An indescribable sense of shock made Robin a little confused.
He stood at the door with dull eyes, watching the marshal walk straight past with a stiff expression.
He saw the boy who seemed to be entangled in a huge net raised his head and looked at the marshal who was walking past.
In the dim light, he couldn't see Mutt's face and expression at the moment, only heard Mutt whispered a word.
"Am I going to stay sick like this forever?"
When Robin heard Mute ask this, the voice was a little helpless, which made his chest tighten for no reason.
He stood at the door in a daze, watching His Excellency the Marshal leaning over and squatting on one knee in front of Mutt who was sitting on the ground.
He saw Marshal Troll reach out and stroke the boy's head.
He heard the Marshal's answer.
"You'll get used to it," said Marshal Troll.
The voice was very low, but very gentle, even Robin could hear the gentleness.
Just like the movement of the marshal's hand stroking the boy's hair at this moment is so heart-shattering and gentle.
Robin suddenly felt cold all over his body.