It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

Ten days later, all the joint fleets returned to Emperor Star, and Marshal Yujia, who made a secret expedition, also appeared midway and took over the command of all fleets.

After returning to Emperor Star, Marshal Yujia and Major General Troll had a short communication, and the two had very little dialogue. In this formal conversation, Marshal Youjia didn't say anything, but just formulaically praised Major General Troll. But Major General Troll clearly saw the anger in the eyes of the old Field Marshal who was loyal to the royal family. However, because the daughter of the king had already reached a conclusion on this matter, the old marshal was hard to say anything, and could only perfunctoryly praise him for a few words and ended the call.

Before the United Fleet returned to Emperor Star, Major General Troll had completely defeated the Miya family's fleet. After confirming that the resistance was useless, the old Marquis Miya decisively chose to surrender and was escorted to Emperor Star. Major General Lor is a little puzzled, because based on his understanding of the character of the old marquis, compared to surrender, the Marquis Mia should rather kill the battlefield, especially if the only son died in his hands.

Later, I heard that the request made by the old marquis' surrender was to preserve all the people of the Mia Galaxy and not to discuss the Mia Galaxy again. Presumably, the old marquis also knew that this battle had fallen. The Miya family had lost their skills, and now they can only do their best to protect the lives of the people and their people.

The final finishing work was left to the royal family, and Major General Troll was given an order to allow him to leave Emperor Star and return to his territory. When the emperor became ill and rewarded him as an admiral, he was called again.

Therefore, while the noble warlords of the coalition forces remained outside the Imperial Galaxy, Major General Troll chose to leave without hesitation.

In the beautifully decorated hall, a huge curved light curtain was suspended in the hall, and Princess Salome lay lazily on the soft soft shop, looking at the light curtain sideways.

Above the screen is a dark universe. Numerous warships are slowly sailing, facing away from the blue planet in the starry sky. Surrounded by countless battleships is the blue and black flagship that looks like a giant whale, and the king's eyes on the screen fall on Ishtar.

After a while, she looked away, and there was no special expression on that delicate face. She bowed her head, the waterfall-like blond hair strewn on the snow-white upholstery, and she lazily froze on the soft snow-white plush pad, then stood up, yawned seemingly boring, and turned towards Walk in the direction of the bedroom.

"Master Caesar ..."

The maid's embarrassment sounded, Salome turned back, and she saw her large pet with black hair and bright fur squatting under a huge light curtain, her head raised, and the ice-blue pupil blinked. Watching the Ishtar ship on the light curtain, even though the flagship slowly disappeared into the dark, sailed into the depths of the universe, and no longer saw the shadow, Caesar still squatted quietly on the ground, watching The direction in which Ishtal disappeared.

Its icy blue eyes reflected the shadow of the light curtain, light and darkness staggered across the depth of its pupils, and at this moment its eyes were as deep as the boundless universe.

No one knows what the world ’s only remaining pure blood of the earth is thinking about, it just squatted on the ground like this, staring at the direction in which Ishtar disappeared, for a long time.

"Her Royal Highness, Lord Caesar ..."

"let it go."

Princess Salome dropped her eyes, and her light brown eyelashes fell in front of her green pupil.

She turned her head and walked towards her bedroom.

"No matter how precious it is, after all, it's just a pet kept by someone."

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In the dark universe, that flame-like planet is so eye-catching in the dark, like a flame burning in the night sky. In the starry sky, a giant blue and black battleship slowly sailed towards this fireball-like planet.

In front of the wide and huge glass window of the observation room, Mute stood there, pressed one hand against the cold glass, and looked at the fiery red planet.

Ferner, the genus of Major General Troll, a beautiful planet like a burning flame.

Mute looked at the flaming planet for a while, then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if something was brewing, then he opened his eyes and looked at a chair beside him.

He stared at the chair for a long time. There was no movement in the room. He hesitated a moment, stretched out his hand, facing the chair with his palm.

The room was still quiet and he could only hear his own breathing.

Mute retracted his hand and looked down at his own hand, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes. He remembered the feeling of mysterious power flowing in the blood of his body, the feeling of being embraced by the warm ocean, as if it were something innate, and he knew how to use that power . But after returning to Ishtar, he tried many times and found that the mysterious power seemed to disappear in his body. No matter how he called, he could no longer use Gah's power.

Mute looked at his hand for a long time, then turned his head, his shadow was reflected on the transparent glass, he saw his pupils, blended with the dark universe outside the window, a dark color.

I can't see the blue gloss.

...

Bathed in bright sunlight, the silver-black landing ship slowly landed from the air on the green grass. Mute who stepped off the landing ship saw the forest of white wood fire crowns at a glance. Straight snow-white trunks stood on the grass piece by piece. The fire-red branches staggered and rolled into a ball, like a cloud of fire, beautiful. People can't keep their eyes off.

That was his favorite place when he first came to this planet.

Already descending the stairs and walking to the ground, Major General Troll turned back, and he saw Mute standing on the stairs, staring at the white wood fire crowned forest with a pair of eyes, as if out of nowhere.

He turned around.

"Come."

The major general said, standing under the stairs, one hand extended towards the young man above.

Mute, who heard the voice of Major General, turned his head and saw the hand reaching out to him. He subconsciously reached out and placed his hand on the major general's hand. He had not responded yet, and holding his hand suddenly forced himself to stand. On the steps he was unprepared and a puppet fell down.

He hesitated, slumped on the major general's body, and the hand that dragged him around pulled him into his arms and embraced him.

He was choked by the major general and a little bit embarrassed, and the major general holding him bowed his head, put his lips to his ears, and whispered something.

"Stupid enough, don't look around when you walk."

The teenager was flushed and flushed.

You obviously pulled me down!

He wanted to refute it, but Major General Troll had let go of his hand, and turned casually forward without even giving him a chance to refute, causing him almost internal injuries.

He took a few trots to catch up, trying to justify himself.

"It was just--"

He had just chased the major general, and then he spoke for a while, and a big hand reached over, holding his head in one.

Major Troll stepped in his footsteps, grabbed Mute's back brain with his right hand, and lowered his head, and his lips fell into the corner of Mute's eyes. It was soft and somewhat pliable, and it was particularly dissatisfied.

"be good."

The major general kissed his head and said.

After being attacked so suddenly, Mute was a little bit embarrassed. Before he had time to comment on the "good" word of Major General, he looked up and saw the small silvery white **** swaying up and down in the air.

The silvery white ball shone brightly in the sun and opened its mouth in a circle. At this time, a pair of small round hands extended from both sides of the ball to cover the eyes.

"Da da!"

Mute gritted his teeth, and uttered these words.

"Major General ... No, Master Mute, Da Da didn't see anything, Da Da covered his eyes! Please continue! Da Da can't see anything ..."

The second half of the chatter was slaped back by Mute, the billowing white ball was like a spinning top, spinning in the air with a dizzy spin, and it took a few laps to stabilize. It looks like a mosquito coil, it turns around.

"Okay, don't pretend."

Looking at the mosquito coil that Da Da deliberately turned around, Mute was angry and funny.

Upon hearing Mute's words, the mosquito-repellent eye instantly changed back to the original triangle. The rolling white ball happily flew over, and froze against Mute's face.

The slightly soft metal was cold on the face, but it was very comfortable, and Mute didn't push it away, letting da da sting himself again, and raised his hand and patted da da's head.

Da Da was very happy when he touched his head, so it wasn't just hesitant, he turned his face and went over to want to kiss his face. But before it reached Mute's face, he reached out with one hand, grabbed it whole, and carried it over.

A pair of three-eyed corners pitifully grasped the major general who grabbed it, blinked a few times, and wanted to sell a cute costume, but the major general who caught it was too lazy to look at it, as if throwing garbage. Throw it aside, it threw it on the ground.

The Major General is only allowed to kiss himself, not his dad!

The billowing white ball slumped on the grass and refused to rise.

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In the spacious and immaculately clean hall, the major general with black hair sat on the light sofa with one hand on his side cheeks, his knees crossed, and his right boot lifted in the air.

He tilted his head slightly, his velvety lacquered black hair scattered around the narrow corners of his eyes, and the glimmer of the light curtain flashing in front of him reflected on his handsome face, and his snow-like skin was a bit cold meaning.

The neckline was not fastened and spread out. He turned his head to the side, exposing the curve of most of the neck like a swan, and the delicate collarbone on the hem showed a little arc on the white skin.

The rich aroma came over, and Mute came over with a plate. The tenderly fried steak on the plate was still creaking, and the fruit-red sauce was flowing down the slightly burnt edge. A small milky fruit was next to it, like dotted petals.

Clap, the plate on the white jade table made a crisp impact, and Mute looked at the tempting sauce steak on the plate and was in a good mood.

To be honest, although what he made is much more delicious than the nutritious meal made by the brain on the ship, which only cares about the nutrition, regardless of taste, it is not comparable to the real chef-this has spent a lot of time at Emperor Star Mute still has self-knowledge, at best, that is, can get something new that those people have not seen. However, he just felt that being able to make his own food like this was a very happy thing.

After a bite, the fat steak and sweet sauce filled the mouth, filling the whole taste buds, and the familiar taste made him squint contentedly.

It's a pleasure to have a place where he can act arrogantly.

The teenager was having a good time here, and Major General Troll left the light curtain in front of him and raised his eyes to glance over.

"Without me?"

He asked coldly.

Mute, who had just picked up a small piece of steak filled with cranberry sauce with a fork, was stunned, and turned to see the blue eyes staring at him slightly.

"You're not eating this ..."

In the end, the word "junk food" was swallowed back by Mute. Although he did not admit it, in the eyes of the major general, this kind of high-heat, high-fat, high-sugar food is junk food.

Before he could finish speaking, Major General Troll had already come together.

He hadn't responded yet, he already had his hands around his waist with both hands, a major general who had taken him all into his arms, bowed his head, chin over his shoulder, and bit his mouth open with the fork he was still holding. Small pieces of meat.

The dark hair and white skin showed a visually extreme contrast. The major general who bit the meat side turned his head, glanced at him in the corner of his eyes, and the narrow and narrow phoenix eye came over, making Mute's heart beating fiercely. a bit. He sat idly in the arms of the major general, holding the empty fork, and watching the pale, thin lips near his eyes stained with a little red sauce, like a layer of bright color, the tip of his tongue He poked out and licked the bright layer of lips.

Mute looked dullly at the tip of his tongue and slowly licked it back to light-colored lips. For some reason, his cheeks became slightly hot. He had a feeling that he couldn't look anymore, but his eyes were out of control. Can't move, just staring at the beautiful thin lips.

Then he stared at the pale, thin lips that couldn't be ignored, and put them on his lips.

Mute was sitting on the sofa, and the whole man was surrounded by Major General Troll, holding an empty silver fork in his right hand. His waist was clenched tightly by a strong arm, his jaw was grasped by Major General's right hand, and he twisted it forcibly, causing him to have to lean back slightly, so that he could bear the kiss of the man behind him.

The major general's lips looked indifferent and pale, but when they invaded, they were extremely fierce, like beasts biting their prey, and they were so greedy that they wanted to eat all the flesh of the prey, which almost made him breathless. Come.

The faint sweetness of the sauce infected the whole mouth with the tongue that intruded into his mouth, and the head of the tongue licking his upper jaw was stubbornly trying to soak his own taste into the depth of his film. The blocked mouth could not penetrate the slightest oxygen, Mute could only desperately flap his nose and breathe through his nose, but the oxygen was still not enough. The slight hypoxia made his face quickly red, and his brain was also red. He started to feel faint, he couldn't think about other things anymore, and could only grasp the major general's shoulder tightly according to his instinct.

A snap, the silver fork fell to the floor and made a crisp impact.

I didn't know how long it had been before, with a loose mouth, and Mute lying on the couch flushed and gasped. The pale skin was stained by this redness, but it turned out to be an indescribable color. The lying teenager's neckline was open, and the slender neck had a slight redness. The skin under the collar was pink. Pink.

The man pressing on him followed his open neckline, and his blue eyes tightened instantly.

He looked away and landed on Mutter's face. Mute, who was kissed by the head and looked a little confused, had dark, bright pupils, hazy, with a bit of confusion and a bit of innocence, like a pure white paper, but it could inspire the greatest Man desires to rag on it.

Major Troll's throat moved, as if swallowing.

His eyes were a little deeper, and what was surging was suppressed again and again. He stroked Mute's dark hair lightly, his knuckle fingers reaching deep into the hair.

"What I said here."

He looked at Mute and said, "What's the answer?"

The teenager asked was a little dazed, and after thinking for a while, a picture suddenly jumped out of memory.

At that time, it was also in this hall and on this sofa.

At that time, he was sitting on the sofa, and Major General Troll was half-knelt in front of him, holding his fingertips and staring into his eyes.

[Do you like me? 】

【Yes. 】

...

[Give me a moment, I think clearly, I will give you the answer. 】

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The teenager who remembered looked up, the man leaning over him looked at him, and his long, narrow eyes fixed on him.

A handsome face, carved out of ice and snow, almost makes you hold your breath at a glance.

The dark blue pupils are like blue gems frozen in icebergs, and the shimmer of thousands of stars and seas seems to melt in the beautiful eyes.

And in these eyes, at this moment only deeply reflected his shadow.

[Follow me, I give you the universe. 】

Mute held out her hand and held the face that was so beautiful that it couldn't be ignored.

He dragged Major General Troll's head down, raised his head, and kissed Major General's lips for the first time.

It seemed that all of a sudden there was no response, Major General looked at him for a moment.

He laughed.

When there is such a person, there is only you in my heart.

How could it not be softened.

When there is such a person, you would rather be the enemy of the world for you.

How could it not be so exciting?

...

When he chose to wake up from deep sleep, that already had the answer.

Mute looked at Major General Troll who showed a rare look of drowsiness after being kissed by himself, but did not know why, but could not help but want to laugh.

"Can you believe my answer at this time?" Mute held the Major General's head in both hands, and the lacquered black hair touched by the fingertips was silky smooth and delicate. Protect me, and only temporarily perfuse you and use you? "

He said so intentionally, and tilted his head and smiled at Major Troll.

"It doesn't matter."

The major general's eyes gazed at him deeply, as if drowning his shadow in his eyes.

"I use whatever you want, but if you use it, you have to pay."

He stared at Mute, looking at the beast that had bitten the prey's throat.

"That price, if you don't give it, I'll take it myself."

Mute's breath paused.

Major General Troll's gaze was so dangerous that it made him clearly aware of the truth of that statement.

The man did ask him for an answer, but maybe the man gave him no choice from the beginning.

No matter what he chooses, there is only one result.

"You said so much, it's not that I'm obsessed with death and life."

Suddenly, I became a little unhappy, and felt like a teenager who was staring at the dead prey. He snorted angrily, turned around, turned away from seeing Troll, and wanted to get off the sofa Get up.

He meant this sentence just to take advantage of the word, but didn't think much, but when he was about to get up from the sofa, he was suddenly pressed back by the weight of the back.

"Uh, Major General, I just want to talk about it ... just talk about it, don't care about me ..."

After a while, the young man who had risen for a while was immediately weakened. He turned his head and glared with a narrow eyes and apologized.

And the man who held him down seemed to have not heard his apology at all, lowered his head to his own accord, reached into his ear, and made a sound.

"Ok."

The major general murmured in his ear like this, and the exhaled breath passed through his ear, itching.

"……what?"

Uh what?

"you are right."

The young major general whispered, he leaned over and hugged Mute, and the whole person pressed on Mute's back, his arms passed around Mute's armpit, holding Mute's shoulder.

He bowed his head, soft black hair scattered around the juvenile's neck, and opened his mouth to bite the tender skin on the juvenile's neck.

He said, "I'm crazy about you."

Suddenly, the whole face of the teenager, as well as the skin of the ears and even the back of the neck, was as red as steam.

Mute was defeated and defeated.