The General’s Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

Chapter 39: The shameless general of the general (2)

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The Yan family has always been an incredible family.

The Florentine Empire, which has risen more than 700 years since its founding, is currently one of the most prosperous countries in the world.

During the period, the aristocrats of each lineage family were like a leaf-like fulcrum, and like bamboo shoots after a rain, it stretched endlessly.

The Yan family is one of the most powerful families.

Going back to its roots, the Yan family is a branch of the Milky Way galaxy in the ancient times. Downward, it is inclusive of all rivers, and the family tree has accepted the blood of countless other galaxies.

It is not like those arrogant nobles who are arrogant and stingy in order to maintain the so-called pure blood, but it is not like the smallest inferior family who refuses to come, and the good and the bad are mixed.

After a long period of fame or destruction, its uniqueness has won it a huge victory. When other ancient families fell, it still stood firm and remained motionless. The status of the largest family today.

Therefore, the Yanjia is not just a surname, it is just because the surname of its leader is Yan, so it is the Yanjia in this era.

The previous generation, General Yan, retired five years ago. The second son, Yan Shuo, took over the family. Although he was young, he was not dissatisfied. Lieutenant General Yan Shuo had a great record. The six old men who would only blow their beards and stare at the Central Council were crushed to death.

The so-called, high power can not overshadow the master.

Even since three hundred years ago, the royal family has been declining day by day. The current emperor, Banglin III, is mediocre and useless and has been lingering on the bed for many years. Ambiguous balance pivot.

Yan Shuo is only twenty-eight years old, but he is already well-known. His family is sheltered and his own brilliance is too bright. The Door" command.

He became famous in the battle of Prota Galaxy, known as the "Battle of the Conquest" in history. He was equipped with an S-class mecha "Raphael", and led 1,021 members of the mecha division to fight in the Prota Galaxy, winning a great victory, and expanded the empire's territory of 33 galaxies in one fell swoop. , so that the territory of the empire was unprecedentedly vast.

The old enemy of the Great Retreat, the United States of Ayers Federation, was awarded the reputation of "Heaven's God of War" because of his "Heaven's Gate".

Since then, the combat power of the mecha has been hailed as the highest combat power again, laying the foundation for the "Mecha Era".

With the advent of mecha fever, all kinds of mecha virtual competitions are taking place.

He was only twenty-one years old at the time.

But after that, he gradually began to decentralize. Although his father is a scumbag, he can still listen to his advice sometimes. He has an attitude of being slow and slow, so that he is now standing in the highest power center of the empire. As for being licked secretly by the sight of the resentful poisonous snake.

After all, during the final period of the expedition seven years ago, it was because of his high credit that it led to an assassination and betrayal operation.

He ended the conversation with his sweetheart on the other end of the Emperor Planet, and suddenly remembered what happened seven years ago.

He remembered the battle that almost lost his life, and also remembered the handsome young man under the vast sand and stone.

Yan Shuo has always felt that love at first sight is bullshit, no, it's not just love at first sight. He used to think that falling in love is bullshit. In the early years, a few unsightly words for illegitimate children were clearly written on his body. The irony made his character extremely dark, and after that, he was unyielding and showed his sharpness with strength. However, there were always people who were afraid of the face of the son of the Yan family, and did not dare to get too close to him.

It was not until later that the son who was not very broad-minded died in an accident, and he was taken back to his home... His brilliance and talent were brought into full play.

As soon as they met, they kissed the back of his hand, as if a tiger wolf who had never eaten in several lifetimes suddenly saw a meal of braised pork that was well cooked.

In such a powerful high society, and under the shadow of his parents' dark and ridiculous romance, Yan Zhong Er Sing Shuo felt that he would never fall in love in his life.

Even if those young ladies were bright and beautiful, with beautiful skins, like the shy and timid irises blooming in the morning, it made him feel boring.

So, when love at first sight ran through his heart, he felt both absurd and flustered.

At that time, he was a 21-year-old young man. To be honest, he was only three years old. He had never seen love, and was indifferent to love. He was only obsessed with bloody killing.

At the beginning, he denied it, and he remembered that his brain was really not sober at that time, and he could just shirk it to the body that was hot and hot.

It's all hallucinations, wake up, love at first sight is ridiculous.

However, the originally weak heartbeat became heavy and earnest, thumping, very messy, and it made his bloodline seem like something was growing and twisting.

Overwhelming, a bit like a downpour when he was lying on the grass when he was isolated and bullied.

He was in a murky darkness. The teenager next to him touched the darkness and lit a candle. The scent of the candle quickly wafted on the tip of his nose, a little pungent and dizzy, with a few strange aromas, and he was in harmony with him. With a faint bloody smell.

Fortunately, he was already dizzy enough, so he was two points clearer than the previous complete chaos.

When he was still at a loss, the young man had already taken off his short sleeves, revealing a fair but not thin body, just like the body of a young man. The curve of his lean abdominal muscles showed that his master was definitely not lacking. Exercising, but not stiff, with two points of youthful youthfulness and softness.

He shreds his clothes and leans down to bandage his wound.

He just... He leaned down slowly, his black head almost buried in his chest, and his soft black hair tickled his chest.

His clean breath gushed over his hot body.

He suddenly felt that it was like a cool antidote.

His mind was dizzy, and some hammer was smashing sharply, but he couldn't help but look at the skin on the white neck.

His body was on fire, shouting some primitive instincts and impulses, hiding a hot and disorderly flame, and the karmic fire destroyed him in an instant.

Almost for a moment, his rough palms swept over the other's body.

Really cool as frost.

He thought so, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of bright and panicked black eyes.

Under the ambiguous candlelight, he licked the bloody dry skin on his lips.

Recalling this, the screen suddenly went black again.

He held his forehead, because at that time his mind was so messed up that he really couldn't remember what happened later... I don't remember, whether he did it or not.

I only remember that when my mind was a little clearer, I had a slow conversation with the other party.

The other party looked shy, no, he was always shy, but he didn't look unhappy, so he shouldn't have done anything too much. Thinking about him, he was on the verge of death at the time, so he shouldn't have that ability.

call-

He sighed, he was too flustered at that time, no matter if it was his first emotion or whatever, he was as young as a fool with no IQ, and the short time did not allow him to grow up. The fool who betrayed him has not been cleaned up.

When parting, the child's eyes were hopeful and tender.

So he took off his hat and saluted him, and said dryly with a dead face, the Empire will remember your contribution.

… Hold.

Thinking of this, the general covered his eyes in embarrassment.

This has to be one of the dumbest things he's ever done in his life.

He should have kissed him.

He should have kissed him. Give the boy a kiss, lean down to kiss him without any hesitation, to express the restless heart that was about to suffocate under his serious and old-fashioned face at that time, his love had melted his brain calmly at that time, and he was about to change his mind. That barely sensible body overflowed.

He should have stroked his black soft hair and told him how much he liked him and he'd be back.

Although it is very mentally retarded to say "wait for me to marry you", and the other party looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

However, at the time, he actually thought so.

I like you a lot.

It's just that he was hesitant and at a loss, and he was afraid of being rejected by the other party, and he was too thin-skinned, so he could only dryly use the banner of the empire and say such a stupid thing.

He thought that he would definitely come back and wait for the mess outside to settle down.

Soon, it won't be long, but a few months, the conquest is over, and everything... will be fine soon.

At that time, he must have packed up the sweet and flustered feelings that he brought for the first time, and he even thought about the reasons for persuading his father.

Although the other party was born in such a barren little planet, he believed that with his credit at the time, there was no time he could not get it.

His mean and extreme life has ushered in the first light in the spring breeze. It is rare for him to have what he wants. It is so profound that it makes his heart beat and leaves him at a loss, like a fantastic adventure and dream, even if That place was desolate and remote, and it was about to become a holy place in his heart.

And he has already made a name for himself, and he has a bright future.

Such a bright and beautiful moon, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease.

It's a pity that the generals at this time don't know what it means that people are not as good as the sky, and what is called life's unsatisfactory nine out of ten.

He was lying in the ward at that time, peeling an apple for himself, and thinking about the date of recovery while peeling it... No, there is no need to recover, just need to be able to walk, and he will go to him immediately.

He remembered the galaxy and the exact location of the other party. He had saved the specific values for a long time. He deliberately did not tell the other party through the liaison device that was roughly preserved... He could even imagine the boy's surprised and shy look, and lowered the pair of crystals slightly. Clear eyes, fingers lifted a strand of hair on the temples.

His knife suddenly slipped and cut through a layer of his skin.

The TV next to it is coldly interspersed with a galaxy explosion that is thousands of miles away.

"… The specific reason is unknown, preliminary confirmation has been made, and no survivors have been found so far."

He gasped.

Even thinking about it now, I still feel a little dizzy.

He sighed with some regret and sadness, and couldn't help but lit another cigarette.

Speaking of which, smoking, a lonely consolation product, seems to have been learned at that time.

He has worked hard... to trace the traces of that boy, and use all his resources.

But there is no hope.

An explosion of a galaxy, in that backward region... there's no way there's going to be any survivors.

In fact, at that time, although he was still investigating, he was already desperate.

He has always been a rational person, even if he still mobilizes people to investigate, but the voice in his heart has long been finalized.

At that time, he was almost in despair. He exhaled, and at that time... full of regret and regret made him almost lose interest in everything at that time. After finally standing up, he deeply experienced once again, the impermanence of the world, human life light.

Over time, the boy wrapped in regret and pain is now somewhere in his body.

So when he saw each other again, he remembered that his blood had cooled.

At a glance, he recognized the face.

It was a dirty underground battle field full of blood, and the smell of mechanical metal was already suffocating.

This is the last mecha fight. If they don't come, the winner will be at the top of this underground fighting arena.

It's not 1v1, it's not a team match, it's one person, facing all the vicious challengers.

The subordinates who accompanied him held their breath and took a few breaths.

What kind of a killer was that? Even the black short hair was covered with blood, and the black and red blood, either dry or not, was half-splashed on his face, but it made his complexion extremely white. Like a piece of cold thin jade.

His appearance was so outstanding that the fallen corpses and dismembered mechas were dimmed for a while.

But in the end, his aura was too strong, and the terrifying killing intent was almost tangible.

He jumped out of the mecha slowly and calmly, raised his hands casually, and raised his expressionless handsome face slightly.

"Oh," there was a sneering light in his black pupils, his chin raised indifferently and proudly, even as he gestured to surrender, "Is it the Imperial Army."

He quietly looked at this gorgeous and indifferent suspect, his face unmoved, his mind so confused that a universe could be reborn.

The other party's eyes were scattered and seemed to be certain that he had been caught and did not want to struggle, but he finally noticed his somewhat naked gaze, and the black pupils quickly fell on him.

The indifferent and gorgeous young man was suddenly startled, and there was a trace of overwhelmed surprise in his eyes.

Yan Shuo took a breath, and saw a smile on the corner of the other's mouth... He fell down without warning.

His body picked up the other person thinking first, and the subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what his old man was thinking.

He doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

He doesn't seem to think about anything... can't remember anything, like a foamy sponge.

The young man is very light, he thought, maybe his brain exploded so badly that he even felt that he was no different from a foamed sponge.

Of course even a foamed sponge is a handsome foamed sponge.

"Yes... you."

The young man struggled to open a deep slit in his eyes - it turned out that the sloppy indifference just now was just a reluctant camouflage under the weak like a gossamer.

Yan Shuo suddenly didn't think about anything, and only picked up a little in the floating star sea.

He has grown up.

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How could I fall out of favor!

Both the little quilt and the big quilt are mine!