It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

On the second day, Mute woke up holding her head that was tingling with a hangover and felt that she was very sad. Drinking alcohol was meant to be brave—the courage was strong, but it was too strong.

Drunk to drunk, but he still vaguely remembers the broken things he did when he was drunk.

... if you don't remember.

It was because he remembered that he was so sad that he couldn't wait to pump himself twice.

The rest is OK, but he remembers very well that he stunned Marshal Troll and more than once.

He didn't know he thought so at the time, so he felt that being able to meet the Marshal made him very happy, so he kept going.

What is still in the eyes of the public?

Now if he can meet Via, Mute feels that Via can definitely kill him with his eyes.

The teenager with a cracking headache felt that there was another thing that gave him a headache.

The day before yesterday, I opened my neck and let others see my eyes, and I did this kind of thing yesterday. Mute felt that she had been in a bad mood recently. What she did and what she did was better. Can't get on board.

The teenager was dizzy and sat on the bed in a daze, and someone entered the bedroom.

The freshly washed young marshal's black hair was still dripping with drops of water, and a few strands of wet hair were attached to the white skin. He raised his hand, inserted his long fingers deep into the dark hair along his forehead, and a few drops of water immediately rolled on the back of his hand, soaking a small piece of skin on the back of his hand.

The fingers inserted into the hair combed the forehead hair diagonally and scattered around the corner of Troll's slightly picked eyes, and soon left a little wet mark there. The man raised his hands to fasten the buttons on his white shirt, one by one, and fastened the two on the neckline. Then, put on the black marshal empire marshal military jacket, and on the slender neck, the dark gold buttons were quickly buckled tightly.

The straight military uniforms lined up the marshal's wide shoulders, narrow waists, and long, tall body. The dark, shredded hair ends brushed across the neck's white skin, and the sharp ends blended with the standing black neckline.

The appearance of beautiful men in clothes is really beautiful. The exquisite and handsome face, tall and straight figure, and long fingers with clasps, no matter where they are, they are like art without any flaws.

When people go there, they are as pleasing as a painting, and people can hardly keep their eyes open.

Mute almost forgot that he was still having headaches and tangling things, but just staring at the Marshal for a long time, only that he didn't see enough.

Everyday must do-addicted to beauty every day today.

He was watching vigorously, and the man who had been staring at him for a while was brought together.

By the time Mute responded, the handsome face had reached his eyes.

The young marshal stood in front of the bed, leaning down slightly, pressing his hands on the sides of the bed next to him, with narrow and narrow phoenix eyes looking down at him, a little light in the deep blue eyes.

Troll was so close to him that the tip of his nose almost touched the bridge of his nose.

He looked up and could clearly see his dull face reflected in those blue eyes.

"looks good?"

The Marshal Lord, who pressed his body over Mute, gave a kind of silent oppression, so leaned down and stared at the young man underneath.

The sound is not loud, indifferent, like the torn tone of a glacier.

Seeing the Marshal press down, Mute instinctively retracted a bit, trying to avoid, but just shrinking his neck, and before his body could move, he saw Troll's eyes froze slightly, and suddenly felt a little in his heart a bit.

He knelt down on the bed, looking up at the man who was pressed down, quickly reached out and held the man's neck, straightened his upper body slightly, and put his face over—

Alas.

Mute took a hard sip on Troll's left cheek.

"good looking!"

He answered categorically, without stuttering for half a stammer.

"Major general looks best--"

In order to prove that he wasn't telling good things because of guilty conscience, he leaned over again and kissed Troll, who was holding him firmly.

He sincerely hopes that these two kisses by himself will make the Marshal adults forget about the embarrassing behavior of him last night.

He pondered that he must behave a little better today no matter what, to make the marshal happy, and the adults let him go.

So he continued to kneel on the bed, holding Trol, and took the initiative to rub the other's cheek.

"Major general."

The juvenile's soft and warm cheeks were pasted, and a slap on Troll's face, the temperature of the skin penetrated, and the soft and soft major general, like a kitten screaming, made people Listening to his heart softened completely.

Troll narrowed his eyes, suddenly raised his hand, and cracked, hitting the juvenile buttocks on him lightly.

The teenager's body is quite slender, but the buttocks are fleshy, a soft ball, and it feels very good when hitting it.

"The rest of the night continues."

Don't want to kiss a couple and easily get confused.

The Marshal Lord thought so in his heart, and slammed again, then he straightened up, glanced at Mute, and turned away.

Mute, who stayed stiff, knelt down on the bed alone.

It wasn't until Troll's figure disappeared that Mute, who was suddenly frightened by spanking, reacted.

His face flushed, and his hands consciously touched his buttocks. Although the crack was loud, the Marshal apparently had controlled the force and did not hurt him. The reason why he did not respond for a while was because he was surprised by the Marshal's behavior similar to hooliganism.

[Continue to count the rest of the night. 】

What to continue? !!

The teenager covering his spanked face was aggressive.

Then, he suddenly remembered that, in fact, he was not the first time to marshal Marshal.

At first Troll was just a major general. When they first met, because of an accident, he severely kicked the Marshal—

And, that kick was still on the **** of the Marshal—

He was super excited at the time--

Then, not long after, he was caught back by Troll, and he slapped his back on the lap for a long time. He didn't use any apology to beg for mercy, so he was severely beaten.

To be frank and lenient?

What if you confessed correctly and you never blame it?

The spanked baby was unhappy.

...

Well, he just kicked Major General. And in an emergency situation, in order to rescue Major General from the fire and water, he had to kick.

Only the two of them knew that no one else was present, and he had never said to others that it would not damage the wise and mighty reputation of Major General—

But even then, the cautious major general gave him a sip, and his tears dropped a few drops without any pain.

And now, he kicked Marshal more than one foot ... And it wasn't under a compelling situation, it was just that he was drunk, he was fat, he was drunk, he madly stunned the marshal, it was fun.

He didn't remember how many people were present at that time ... basically everyone saw the end from the beginning ...

………………

...

Mute felt that her death was not far away.

Probably at night.

This time, my **** will probably get stuck in bed for a few days.

So, after thinking about it for a while, Mute decided decisively ...

At this time, the benefits of possessing the power of Gah came out. He did not alarm anyone at all, and disappeared silently and silently into the Ishtar flagship.

In the flash of blue light, the boy teleported away from the flagship, and the slim body surrounded by light blue shimmer was suspended in the dark universe starry sky.

Through the transparent glass window, Mute glanced at the room where the unoccupied bed had been cluttered, then turned and flew towards the huge fiery red starry sky.

Over the green grass, Mute floats in the air and bathes in the morning sun. He tilted his head slightly, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and looked up at the fiery red sun on the cloudless sky. The sun was a little bright and his eyes narrowed slightly. Invisible air flows around him, making his light black soft hair flutter endlessly.

The high-necked white velvet top was bright white in the sun, wrapped in the juvenile's slender body, and the tight-fitting trousers were lined with the juvenile slender legs. He stretched his arms and legs in the air, and the body showed a graceful line like a deer.

He looked at the sun in a daze, with his hand on his forehead to block the sun, and the light leaked through his fingers and fell on that little childish face. The boy squinted his eyes, and the light and shadow were interlaced, making it hard to see his eyes.

Soon, a dark shadow ran quickly and ran to the position under Mute's feet. The black panther with its dark fur glowing in the sun was looking up, and the ice-blue eyes fixedly looked at the boy suspended in the air.

Mute smiled, then landed on the grass, squatted down, grabbed the black panther that came over, and stroked the fluffy neck gently.

Almost at the same time, the silvery white ball flew up in the air, wandered around Mute several times, and happily came over to slap Mute's face.

It took only two strokes, and suddenly a black paw came over, slamming the round white ball into the air. He beat it several times in the air, and then stopped. He flew up, his swollen body deformed and stretched out two thick fan-shaped metal palms, and slammed on the black panther who beat him .

It patted it, was blown out again, and then flew back anxiously ...

…………

Mute watched the two goods frantically and finally couldn't stand it. When Da Da flew back again, he reached out and held Da Da in his arms.

"Without my permission, you are not allowed to tell Major General about my return."

He raised a finger and issued the order to Da.

Although he knew that the major general would know about his sneaking away sooner or later, he still thought about being able to drag on for a while.

When he gave his instructions, he let go. The billowing white ball shook his head and whirled around him a few times, and suddenly came over, and whispered in his ears in a whispering posture.

"Are you arguing with Your Marshal again?"

"... what do you mean again?"

The juvenile stared at this intelligent brain ball with bad eyes.

"Da da is not interesting! Da da missed the wrong word! I accidentally made a mistake!" Da da jumped up and jumped around Mute a few times quickly, and quickly changed the subject. , Do several of your subordinates want to come in and allow them to enter? "

subordinate?

Mute stunned for a moment and reacted quickly.

Da Da refers to his young Jia companions. To Da Da, those people are his subordinates.

Speaking of which, this villa has been installed with new defensive equipment, mainly aimed at the spiritual power of Gaja. It was a large, transparent protective cover that was invisible, and was in the air, enveloping the villa as a whole. Without his or Troll's permission, Gha, who has the ability to fly, cannot approach here from the air, and even if he has the ability to teleport, he cannot enter through that shield-he is naturally unobstructed.

When Canaan came to see him, they had to relay the message through Da Da, and if he allowed it, Da Da would temporarily open the protective cover and let them in.

"Let them come in," said Mute. "You take Caesar to play, and you must not eavesdrop."

Since the last time his conversation with Noah was eavesdropped, and the incident where Lobinvia said that Major General was forced to marry was also eavesdropped, and then caused a lot of trouble, he always Habitually issued a prohibition on eavesdropping.

Da Da left Caesar with some grievances, and Mute's Gyal companions quickly appeared to Mute.

"Mute."

"Mute--"

After the destruction of the Emperor Star, I learned the truth about the destruction of the earth by human beings. These people stayed in their rooms for a long time, and almost never appeared in front of humans.

Mute came back to Ferner, and they naturally followed Mute, still living where they had lived before.

"what should we do?"

With long brown hair, Ga opened his mouth, and he was confused when he looked at Mute.

Although the other Gals did not speak, their faces were the same as Canaan's, only confused and dazed.

The reason why they chose to cooperate with humans like Troll, in addition to using the power of the other party to preserve Gaga, has another purpose, that is, to obtain human information about the earth and find the earth. However, their mother star has been destroyed, and the beautiful planet that has kept them dreaming has been destroyed by human beings.

Canaan, they do n’t know why, although they never set foot on that blue planet, but as soon as they think that it has been destroyed, they have a feeling of terrible heartache, like the softest place in the bottom of their hearts being cut off Pain.

Their original feeling of being slightly easing to human beings has once again risen to the negative again. During this time, they haven't closed their doors because they don't want to touch humans again.

"Continue doing what we are supposed to do." Glanced at the confused faces in front of him, Mute said lightly, "Assist the Marshal to unify the universe."

"but--"

Canaan clenched his fists, his eyes full of anger.

"I said, Canaan, don't be at the mercy of the past. What we want to see is our future."

"future?"

Canaan gritted his teeth.

"Our future-the one we expect to return to Earth has been humanity-"

"... Do you want to go back?"

Mute's words made Canaan and other Ga look at him blankly.

He smiled and repeated again.

"Do you want to go back to Earth?"

"But, but the earth has ..."

Sarah stammered.

"Yeah, the earth has been destroyed."

The teenager said that the sound was like sighing. He looked up at the sky, and the sun fell on his face, making his cheeks glow.

The young Gals stared at Mute as if on a glowing cheek, and the aperture fell down a little bit, wrapping around the young man's skin, giving him an indescribable feeling at this moment.

Mute spoke, his voice like the lightness of the wind passing his hair at this moment.

"Earth was originally a dead planet. At the beginning, it was covered with lava, like a huge fireball, except for magma."

"After a long time, the lava planet began to cool, its gas rose, surrounding the sky, and its lava sank to form the earth ... then it quickly froze, from fiery red to white, to a A snow-white ice planet ... "

"Following, the white glaciers melted, and the water surrounded the earth, and the blue planet was born in the dark sky."

"... water, that is the origin of all life, that is a miracle, a miracle born with a tiny possibility of one billionth ..."

"Under that miracle, the blue planet surrounded by flowing water gave birth to life, and that is the beginning of everything ..."

Mute whispered softly, in a gentle tone, as if surrounded by a breeze.

His voice seemed to bring his companions back to the past. The planet gradually turned into a beautiful azure blue. The originally dead planet was full of vitality for hundreds of millions of years.

All things are born and everything recovers.

It was spinning quietly in the dark starry sky, giving birth to all life quietly.

"It wasn't destroyed, it just fell asleep."

"Yes, it has become scorched earth, but it is still ... it is always there, waiting for us ... it needs the atmosphere, it needs water, it needs the land to be purified."

"When all this re-exists, it will wake up from a long sleep ..."

After a slight pause, Mute turned his head, his eyes glanced from his gaze upon his faces.

He said, smiling slightly.

"In the beginning, it gave us life, so now it's our turn."

The life born on that blue planet will one day return to this place.

When that day comes, the black scorched earth will revert to the blue color, and the glory of life will once again shine on that planet.

"Back to Earth."

The boy said that his words were more powerful than anything, and he looked at his companion's dark eyes as bright as everything.

"Go back, then we personally give it a new life."