The night is still long, the warm light shines through the window lattice, and the first snow comes quietly.
The clean and soft bed was made evenly, and the room seemed to be filled with the warm sun. The faint fragrance of Ning Shenmu mixed with the smell of the potion spread, and the transparent liquid fell down the infusion tube, dripping into the light blue veins. inside.
Su Shi opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the floor lamp in the corner of the room.
It is not the white light commonly used in the interstellar era. The warm orange light softly shines through the cotton lampshade and falls on the ground. Through the eyelashes, it actually faintly reflects the golden afterglow.
The world is very different, and the persona has never been different, but the characteristics of the other party that make him reluctant to let go have never changed.
Probably because of this, no matter what happened to him, even if he was tricked into a small dark room and almost got his energy core dug out, he dared to explode without holding back, and never felt worried or afraid.
The door was pushed open carefully, and Elvis walked in quickly with a special potion. His eyes fell on him, and he shrank with a heavy heart before walking over with light steps.
The familiar breath and temperature approached quietly, the bandage was carefully removed, and the cool liquid was applied to the wound, which inevitably caused a slight tingling.
It was a rare time that he helped out seriously, but was almost thrown into the recycle bin by the protagonist. After finally bypassing the blacklist system and hiding it in his personal terminal, he was still sobbing in frustration in his ear.
Su Shi couldn't help but frowned, and the cotton wool that was wiping the wound suddenly paused nervously, hanging in the air hesitantly.
Worried that he would hurt him, Elvis didn't dare to act rashly, but the young man lying on the bed raised his hand and gently held his wrist.
Unlike the drowsy vigilance that time, the force was gentle, and the pale and cool fingertips touched the warm skin, and they clenched slightly.
The chest was sore, Elvis let him hold it without moving, and put the other hand behind his head, slowly passing through the soft short hair, with a silent inquiry in his eyes.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
The air flow passed through the congested vocal cords, causing the voice to become hoarse. Elvis' eyes burned, and he held his hand: "I'll get you some water, don't move."
When he rushed in, there was a frightening blood color in the room. The black-haired young man half-kneeled on the ground, his forever straight shoulders were bent down, his head was lowered, and his forehead was loose and precarious.
The mental shackles were still around the young man's neck, shaking, shining with a chilling metallic light.
He really didn't want to think about that scene again.
The warm water with nutrient solution was quickly brought back, and the strong arms were wrapped around the back, and the body was gently lifted up, leaning against the strong and tough arms.
The taste of the nutrient solution was really hard to attract people's liking. Su Shi was supported by him, took two sips of water, and finally couldn't help turning his head away.
There was still no obvious expression on the young man's face, his light-colored lips were slightly pursed, and he went down obliquely, but unexpectedly revealed a bit of willful reluctance.
His heart softened suddenly, and even the pain of guilt was instantly ironed out. Elvis couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and slowed down his tone: "What's the matter, don't you like drinking?"
The young man turned his head and quietly leaned on his shoulder. He didn't respond, but his actions made it clear that he was completely disgusted.
He is still willing to show his true feelings in front of himself, accept his care, and believe in himself.
The scalding heat almost caused Elvis to lose his composure. He blinked his damp eyes quickly, smiled gently again, and coaxed him patiently: "You are injured, drinking this will be better for your health. Drink it well. Go down, and I'll make hot cocoa for you, okay?"
The eyelashes were slightly drawn, and a little light came out of the bright and quiet pupils, which frightened him so much that his heart stopped.
Dennis actually straightened his body again, supported his arm, and drank the glass of water as if completing the task.
Esmond looked at him with warmth in his eyes, and asked him to lean on him for a while before helping him to lie down again and finishing the wound neatly.
The brand-new bandage was re-wrapped, and the strength was just right. Elvis didn't tell him to wait any longer, he went to make hot cocoa after he treated the wound, the familiar mellow aroma spread in the air, relaxing people's nerves.
Su Shi was helped up again, leaning in his strong arms, holding the cup wall with both hands, and buried his eyebrows in the curling heat.
"What are you thinking?"
A soft voice came from beside his ear, Su Shi turned around, and raised his head to meet the silent guilt hidden in the dark eyes: "You."
In fact, he never doubted that Elvis would definitely notice something was wrong in the shortest possible time, and then overcome all difficulties to kill him and take him away from there—otherwise, he would not have dared to provoke old Mel like that , I didn't even think about what kind of consequences I would face if I was unable to leave with my own strength after I broke out forcefully.
This kind of trust is dangerous, but it feels surprisingly good.
The only surprise was that the system actually bypassed the firewall and hacked into the military's system, and even directly stunned old Mel for him. The overly powerful combat power really made him a little speechless, and for the first time he couldn't help but weigh the real strength of the system that always seemed to be adding chaos.
He knew exactly what Elvis was guilty of, but he didn't intend to let this misunderstanding continue.
Even if you want to go, you have to go cleanly.
The young man's eyes were bright and clear, and there was unreserved trust in his eyes, which made Elvis's breathing suddenly stagnant, and his vision was almost blurred by hot tears.
It was he who reported the feats for Dennis, and it was he who personally sent the other party into a conspiracy. He never thought that the so-called first-class work was just a trap, just to snatch Dennis' energy core for him.
Such facts tormented him all the time, almost forcing him to lose his mind.
But Dennis's eyes conveyed loyalty and trust clearly, those eyes were so clear that there was no room for any impurities, no hatred, no haze, focused as if he was the only one in the world, clear and cold, clear and hot.
So all the anger, anger, fear and anxiety, when they touched the light in those eyes, turned into deep emotions that could be engraved on the flesh and blood.
I want to hug him, I want to make each other's flesh and blood blend, I want to be buried in the insect tide with him, and I want to etch each other's names on the bones to make a tombstone.
The first time he was near death, it was the other party's spiritual power that found him in the dark in time and saved him from the threat of death. The second time he survived, the scarred body in his arms let him close to his chest, causing him to suddenly wake up from the rage.
Life and death have passed, if this is the end, there is nothing wrong with it.
Elvis turned sideways, took the cup away from his hand, embraced the young man's thin body, and kissed it deeply.
The other party did not refuse.
Or rather, Dennis was even trying to respond to him.
A cluster of flames fell into the deep night, and the quiet air suddenly became hot. The body that was almost completely destroyed by mental oppression hugged him recklessly, his arms were trembling, his chest was trembling, but he was still persistently giving out the intense emotion that had always been suppressed in his heart.
Such intensity made Elvis feel more and more uneasy.
"You said that you would give me back an energy core, Dennis."
Elvis raised his hand, held his cheek, and met the fleeting light in those eyes: "I don't want it, okay?"
Arms trembled slightly, the young man raised his eyes to look at him, and fell silent again.
The pain spread silently, Elvis lowered his head, and kissed him again, but the cold water also dripped down.
"You didn't ask me how I felt, Dennis. We weren't born for war, no one was born for war, we just chose it."
"We chose it, and we have the right to waive it at any time."
The powerful hands firmly held the thin shoulders, not letting him struggle, not letting him escape, not letting him just disappear into the stars without a sound, or fall into some shady conspiracy.
Under the oppression of mental shackles, Dennis' body was on the verge of collapse. Although he was still able to move normally, as long as there was a little stronger external pressure, it would cause irreparable consequences.
Dennis' body is no longer suitable for fighting. If the opponent cannot accept this fact, he must end it as a soldier. He is actually very happy to accompany him.
"If I can't live with you, Dennis, I never mind dying with you."
There was a resolute awe in the dark pupils, Su Shi looked at him, and finally couldn't help raising his hand, and took the arm he was pinching her.
"One more hug, okay?"
With his eyes shrunk very covertly, Elvis stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand what he meant.
Dennis had already propped up his body, leaned into his arms, and moved very lightly. His arms were still being pulled by the young man and wrapped around his back, forming a gentle posture of wing protection.
Then Dennis stopped moving, just curled up, closed his eyes and leaned quietly in his arms.
Elvis could barely breathe in the air, his chest seemed to be exploding with infinite pain and soreness, causing his eyes to turn black, but the force on his arm was still gentle and gentle, and he even tried to slowly pat the young man's thin back.
The young man in his arms gradually relaxed, and his cool body seemed to finally have some warmth. Breathing slowly and slowly, the slightly frowned brows were loosened, revealing a bit of harmless meekness and gentleness.
Touching the soft short hair with fingertips, Elvis kissed him on the forehead, and just hugged him and closed his eyes, finally gradually calming down in his heart.
The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wave is coming, and the Zerg will not visit for a long time.
The next morning, Dennis suddenly said that he wanted to go to the worm's nest.
"Eat first, let's go together after dinner."
Not seeming surprised, Elvis stood in the kitchen, skillfully frying sugar-coated eggs for him, while still stirring the noodles in the pot with his left hand: "Your mecha is for one person, use my mecha ?"
He is still unable to mobilize his mental strength, and the two mechas are obviously unrealistic. If they are only driving one, it would be more appropriate to use his special mecha.
There was no response behind him, and Elvis turned around, only to see that the other party handed him a small optical computer.
There are also ordinary people in the military who have no mental power or extremely weak mental power. In order to be able to open personal terminals smoothly, they will be equipped with such optical brains. Elvis was already very unfamiliar with this kind of thing, so he picked it up and played with it curiously: "Wearing this, what can I do?"
Dennis pursed his lips, and there was even a slight smile on his usually cold eyes. He took the light brain and put it on his hand: "It can activate the armor."
Mechas have always been controlled by mental power, almost thinking that the other party has also learned to joke, Elvis chuckled dumbly, but seeing that the other party's expression seemed to be still serious, he couldn't help being slightly surprised: "Do you only use it?"
"I installed the program in it, you just need to enter the command."
Su Shi nodded, took out the fried eggs, returned to the table and sat down.
Finally realizing the huge energy contained in the system, Su Shi had an idea this morning, and half-forcibly stuffed it into his optical brain, and asked it to replace Elvis to control the mecha, so that no matter what the result was, he could stay. There is a final retreat.
I have long been used to strength being close to me, and it is actually not easy to lose my mental strength. Elvis' eyes lit up unconsciously, and he still remembered to help him put the noodles on the table, so he fiddled with the optical brain on his wrist excitedly.
Seeing his joyful expression, Su Shi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, lowered his head and lifted his face to cool it slowly, curled it up and put it in his mouth.
With the addition of the system, the performance of the optical brain is infinitely magnified, almost enough to replace most of the functions of mental power. Elvis quickly mastered the technique and tried to log in to his own terminal. After a little debugging, unread emails popped up one after another.
He broke into the military headquarters rashly yesterday, and he didn't even know how many military regulations he had violated. He took off the spiritual chain from Dennis and threw it in the award room. It is estimated that the military department has discovered the abnormality.
But he doesn't intend to go further.
Now that the cold wave period has just begun, and the insect swarm will not visit for a short time, the military began to hope to make them more obedient, but Elvis had exactly the opposite plan.
All night yesterday, he even had the idea of finding an A-level energy core at random, and then taking Dennis to become a star thief.
To repair a body damaged by excessive mental coercion, it takes more than ten years of intensive care. The weightless state in the universe puts much less pressure on the body, and it is more suitable for Dennis' body to recover. When the other party's health improves, they can find a relatively stable planet to settle down, and it doesn't matter if it is barren.
These thoughts are really crazy. Elvis was worried that the other party would be reluctant, but now that he has an optical brain, he suddenly feels a lot more confident.
Lieutenant General Dennis was dissatisfied with the verdict, and the notice of intentional injury and evasion of punishment had spread throughout the army. He really couldn't figure out how cold-blooded it would be to ask General Melville to force his son to such a degree .
"What's wrong?"
Seeing him staring at the virtual screen, Su Shiwen said in a warm voice, cut off half an egg and pushed it over.
Seeing that the egg yolk didn't come out at all, General Werner, who wanted to show off his skills, was quite frustrated, sighed lightly and shook his head.
"It's nothing, just thinking - I should have flipped the eggs over sooner when I just fried them..."
His habitual brows and eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but bend down a little, with a light and shallow arc: "It's also delicious."
"As long as you like it, I can make it for you often in the future."
Elvis smiled slightly, rubbed his hair, watched the young man's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and his eyes showed more warmth.
The two settled for breakfast and went out. Before they had gone far, they were stopped on the road by the pickets who came after hearing the news.
"General Werner, Lieutenant General Dennis violated military regulations and must go back for trial."
The leading squad leader was a little guilty, and he didn't dare to meet the eyes of the two of them. He just took a step forward and spoke in a low voice.
Su Shi didn't speak, but turned his gaze to Elvis who was aside.
The young man was used to looking at himself, which made Elvis feel warm. He nodded slightly at him, looked at the guilty pickets in front of him, and said softly, "I have something to talk to Lieutenant General Dennis, and we will talk about it after it is resolved." other things."
"But General, Lieutenant Dennis—"
Seeing that he was about to take people away, the team leader took two steps forward anxiously, but was suddenly frightened by the killing intent released from Elvis' body.
At that time, the polluters fled into the office building. If Dennis hadn't helped them in time, they would undoubtedly have received the most severe punishment. The team leader was originally reluctant to carry out this task, but seeing the general's attitude was extremely firm, he finally fell silent.
Elvis ignored him and walked forward slowly. The young man behind him seemed to be walking normally, but his vaguely rapid breathing made his heart sink even more.
After all, Dennis' body has already suffered irreversible damage, and even if he recovers again, he may not be able to go back to normal.
Along the way, he encountered several groups of people who tried to block the way, but Elvis didn't bother to waste his time talking. Without exception, he let out his murderous aura and crushed the way, leading them into his mecha.
As soon as he entered the mech, he grabbed Dennis's wrist and pushed him into the massage chair without any explanation: "Close your eyes and rest, and leave it to me."
"I'm very good."
The young man looked at him unwillingly, with a stubborn gleam still shining in his eyes. Elvis' eyes were slightly warm, he wrapped his arms around him, leaned over and kissed him: "I know."
Qing Ling bumped into He Nuan, and finally softened gradually. I don't know if it was softened by the temperature in the other person's eyes, or because she really couldn't go against the instinct when her body was weak.
Dennis finally compromised, his eyelashes fluttered and slowly closed, Elvis fastened his seat belt for him, and gave instructions to the optical brain.
The mech vacated, left the guarding range of the base, and drove towards the dangerous area of the insect nest.
"It's just nonsense—how come no one stopped him!"
After layers of delay, the news was not reported to the military until two hours later. Old Mel was so angry that his face turned pale, and he slammed his desk hard: "Hurry up and get him back, he is the hope of the empire, how can he be so capricious!"
"General Melville, Lieutenant Dennis is also on the mech..."
The reporter opened his mouth in a low voice, met the old man's instantly downcast eyes, couldn't help shivering, and finally swallowed the rest of the words.
The mecha has been away for two hours, and it is impossible to track it, and there is no response to the communication sent in the past. The military department was in a state of desperation, and the harsh sirens sounded again.
"General! General Melville—"
Someone ran in quickly and wanted to report, but was interrupted by the angry old Mel's cold voice: "I heard it! It's just an ordinary bug swarm, find a few of similar strength to defend against—"
"I can't defend myself, Dana, we need your son urgently now."
Marshal Lance quickly stepped into the door, raised his hand to stop the guards from saying hello, and his majestic eyes fell on Old Mel.
"This time it's an ice beetle. Only the latest defensive armor can effectively resist it. The driver requires at least A-level physical fitness and SS-level mental power. We didn't think it would be used so soon—thank God, Fortunately, your son has already broken through, where is he?"
Old Mel looked up in astonishment, his eyes were unbelievably dazed, and his face suddenly turned pale.