It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in the night, but there was a glimmer of light from nowhere, letting people see everything around them.

Mute felt his throat clasped tightly, unable to breathe for a while, and the young man pressing on him and clasping his throat sharply looked like a blade, running through his body as if looking down at him.

The pair of dark blue pupils looking down at him at this moment were never cold, and there was a dangerous murderous intention.

Mute tried to soften his body as much as possible, and controlled his own body without struggling. His eyes and the young man's eyes faced each other, showing as soft and harmless as possible.

The docile expression he tried to show made the fingers clasping his throat a little lighter, but the coldness of the teenager staring at him did not diminish the slightest. He looked at his eyes as if he had been broken into private territory. Beast, vigilant and dangerous. And this vigilant beast is relying on intuition to judge whether the person underneath is threatening, and to judge whether to break the throat of the intruder.

Perhaps it was because Mute did not resist in the slightest, or it was because he was really docile, the whole person looked really harmless, the tight shoulders of the teenager slowly slowed down, and his eyes still stared sharply at the person below him. , But the hands are relaxed a lot, and will no longer be fastened to the extent that makes people breathless.

As soon as the hand holding his throat was loosened, Mute coughed several times and opened his mouth quickly.

Although it is in the subconscious spiritual world, this world is extremely real. If the body is harmed here, the outer body will also respond. If you die here, the outer body will also die.

He was choked with his throat choked for a few seconds and he breathed quickly, his face flushed slightly, he just breathed, still not moving, lying on the ground meekly without any struggle.

"who are you?"

Although the other person's throat was relaxed, the young man still kept the other person's hands pressed to the top of his head, and the other hand pressed to the other person's throat.

He stared at the person beneath him, repeating again in a cold voice.

You lover!

The captive Mute wanted to say so, but after looking at the strange eyes of the boy, he swallowed these three words after all.

He felt that if he really said this sentence, the teenager-like major general might have broken his neck with a shake of his hands.

He pondered it, and then whispered.

"Troll."

Looking at the corner of the boy's eyes, he hurried on.

"I'm your friend, the one with a very close relationship."

The boy looked at him suspiciously, Mute and his eyes stared at each other, showing as gentle and harmless as possible, and looked at him with an innocent look and an obedient look.

The boy frowned and released his hand.

After all, after his judgment, the stranger who broke in suddenly did not pose a threat to him. Even if this person really intends to do anything, he can solve it in an instant.

The boy stood up, his face looked coldly at Mute who had just sat up. He didn't say a word, but his gaze clearly showed that ‘this is not a place where you can come in’.

The subconscious spiritual world is the most private place for everyone, and almost never allows others to enter. After he felt a stranger enter here, his first reaction was to destroy it, so he immediately choked the intruder's throat.

He should have crushed the intruder's throat directly in this way, but when he met the intruder's gaze for a moment, somehow his hand stopped for a moment, and he did not immediately crush the intruder's throat.

It is not unbearable, after all, this intruder is just a stranger to him-but at that moment, it seems that there is an invisible power to stop his actions and let him subconsciously stop hurting this person.

why?

He is still unknown.

But when the intruder under him looked at him softly and tamed like a small animal, with a trust he had never seen in his eyes, even attachment He could not help loosening his fingers in the throat of his partner.

Inexplicably, the dark eyes that looked at him softly seemed to melt the depth of his chest a little, so that the dark world suddenly lightened a little, the light of the low light softened, and the temperature also A little warmer-his spiritual world reflects the change in his mood faithfully.

[I'm your close friend. 】

This intruder should be telling the truth, because it is impossible to lie in the subconscious spiritual world.

The young man thought so, his eyes were down, and the slender phoenix glanced coldly at the intruder who was still sitting on the ground, his eyes glinted, as if thinking about something.

The intruder, who was about the same size as him, was looking at him in a daze, with confusion in his eyes.

"You ... well, don't you ask me why I'm here?"

As Mute asked, she looked at Troll carefully, wondering.

It stands to reason that the subconscious mental body and the true appearance should be exactly the same, and there can be no age deviation. But why is he seeing a major like a teenager? And it looks like he doesn't know him at all?

Thin lips froze, and Troll, who had been groaning for a while, seemed to have made a decision and asked.

"What's wrong with me now?"

"Uh?"

Mute froze.

He thought that he would have to spend his tongue explaining to the teenager-like major general, to persuade the other party to believe in himself. But from the question Troll had just seen, Troll had already guessed his purpose.

"You know what happened?"

The young beautiful Dan Feng glanced at him with a cold tone.

"No one can break into it unless it's special."

For his strong spiritual world and strong mental strength, Troll has great confidence. No one can enter his spiritual world without his own permission.

He vaguely guessed that the purpose of this man coming in was to help him do something, and he did feel that he seemed a bit wrong.

Although he didn't remember, he always felt that he should not be a minor now, and his real age should be much older than what he is now.

This also made him quite confused, because it is almost impossible for the subconscious mind body to be out of sync with the outer body.

"Yes, Major General." Mute stood up, looking at the major general who looked like a teenager. "You have a decades-old difference between what you look like and the real body outside."

Troll glanced at him, picking at the corner of his eye.

Major General?

What did he mean, he thought?

Seeing Troll's reaction, Mute frowned subconsciously.

"Don't you remember? After leaving that proving ground, you entered the Imperial Army and were promoted to the rank of major general? Don't you remember?"

I don't even have the memory of becoming a major general. I met him later, and it was even more impossible to remember the promotion of the general, the marshal, and the emperor.

The boy still didn't answer, he stood there, his cheeks were white, and his fine eyelashes dropped down, revealing a thoughtful look.

Rather than do not remember, it is better to say that he does not have that memory at all.

Mute hesitated, and tentatively asked, "So, is your last memory now in the test field?"

The boy looked at him with a slender phoenix, and a hum.

With that sound, Mute was a little stunned.

It seems that the mental body that looks like this now only has the memory of this age stage. I don't know what went wrong outside, which led to the younger mental body.

But in this way, the trouble will be great. If it is the former major general, know him and know what happened, and he will cooperate with him well. But now when he encounters such a young boy Troll who does not know him at all and has an indifferent attitude towards him, he has a feeling that he cannot start.

Mute looked anxiously, and gave a subliminal look to Troll.

The man stood indifferently in the faint light, which seemed to be an illusion. Mute felt that he could faintly see a few small light spots spread out from him and merge into the darkness.

In a slightly dark place, the teenager stood in the dim light, and his cheek was less beautiful because he had not yet matured. The young face should have seemed softer, but the face of Xue Xuexing's eyes was as cold as white metal, without any expression. Dark blue pupils were like inorganic glass beads with a cold luster. At first glance, it looks like a delicate doll made of white porcelain, which hardly looks like a living person.

Only a touch of pale color on his thin lips made him a little lively.

Gaze was subconsciously on the pale thin lips, Mute looked at the lips for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

Coherent.

If you want to protect the spirit body of the major general, you must do so.

But the key now lies in this boy Troll who doesn't know him ...

"That one……"

"..."

"No ..."

"........."

"I mean, can't ... that ..."

"........."

"I mean ... can you ..."

Mute stuttered, and felt embarrassed, but had to say that he flushed and whispered.

"Can you ... let me kiss you?"

Mute, who finally spoke the last few words, felt that his head was boiling and smoking, and his voice was as low as a mosquito.

He looked up and looked at Troll, unlike a face whose face was already red. The young Troll looked down at him, looking indifferent, without even a bit of a miserable look. Holding him.

"........."

"Uh ... just a moment."

"........."

"It's not a big deal, just kiss."

"………………"

"Really, let me kiss, just one!"

Knowing his own skills, it is impossible to reach the major general through sneak attacks, and Mute can only plead so constantly.

As he said this, he felt very aggrieved at the same time.

In the past, it was pressed by the major general. He kissed him so he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't hide. Now Feng Shui turns in turns. For him, he begs his family. This is simply--

The boy frowned slightly, staring at Mute who asked for a kiss, wondering at the other's abrupt request. The strangest thing is that although the other party has been saying such things, but his eyes faintly show a very grievous look, somehow he moved his heart.

He didn't seem to like the look in his opponent's eyes.

Forget it.

Thinking about it this way, he reached out and held the other person's chin, and lowered his head.

It's just a touch of lips and lips, it's a simple thing.

It wasn't a kiss. The teenager's indifferent eyes, expressionless faces, and coping movements were more like completing a necessary job.

To him, kissing the person in front of him is no different than kissing a stone.

Simply taste it.

He originally wanted to touch it, and then backed away after completing the task.

But the moment the lips touched each other--

Booming, not knowing what it was, as if there was a powerful force coming in, shattering his chest instantly.

It was an indescribable feeling, sweet, thick, and wrapped in him with deep affection.

It was emotion ... from the body of the dark-haired boy in front of him, flowing toward him.

Clean, thorough, attached ... he had never experienced, felt ... sweet and intoxicating.

It was like a stream. Although it was not large, it was continuously poured over, with a very sweet breath, like a little bit soaked into his body and melted in his blood.

The small stream flowing over gently tangled up, grabbing his chest, his heart, like the gentle touch of feathers, swept across ...

The body was suddenly pushed away, and Mute, who had just put her hands on the shoulders of young Troll, was caught off guard.

In the mistake he opened his eyes subconsciously and looked forward.

Troll pressed a hand on his left shoulder, and remained in the same position he used to push him hard. The slender phoenix eyes were wide at this moment, and the pupils were slightly enlarged, staring at him deadly.

Mute could only see Troll's eyes, because Troll's other hand covered the lower half of his face below the tip of his nose, and it looked as if he wanted to cover something, and he saw Troll again. Seoul's pupils narrowed tightly.

A touch of light red stained the teenager's white cheeks, exuding the teenager's fingers covering his face, climbing up the bridge of his nose, over his side cheeks, and faintly spreading towards his ears.

The boy covered his lower half of his face, but couldn't cover his flushed face.

He covered his face like an overwhelmed child, or more like a clueless boy who was just beginning to fall in love.

It was like a delicate but cold metal doll that was suddenly put in the chest with a fiery beating heart.

Dolls become humans when they have feelings.

…………

……………………

Suddenly all around ...

Shining stars, passing meteors ...

The sparks exploding in the air scattered the fluorescent dots ...

Seeing everything this moment presents in this spiritual world that honestly reflects the owner's emotional changes, Mute blinked and thought.

It seems that the major general set by innocence also feels unexpectedly.