The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Qi Chen was in a daze, he leaned on the wall and walked out of the building, staggered into the special car, and the adjutant rushed over after hearing the news.

"You can't drive now!" He looked worriedly at the marshal who always showed a strong image, "Go and rest first!"

"No need." Qi Chen pursed his lips, his face was as pale as snow, and beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead, but his aura remained undiminished, "Check if there is anyone in the army who is in contact with the Capital Comprehensive College." Get in touch, I'll go out by myself."

He recalled the inexplicable change in vision just now.

Looking down at the earth, everything in the world is extremely clear as far as the field of vision is concerned. It is like a god's field of vision.

What is the principle of this, and how did it cause it, Qi Chen didn't pay attention, what he paid attention to was the stone tablet that flashed by at the end of the picture.

The stele is deeply engraved with the six characters of Capital Comprehensive College.

Is it where Mr. Feng is?

Qi Chen didn't know, the severe headache made him unable to hear the adjutant's voice clearly, so he continued to listen impatiently, he waved his hand at him casually, and started the hover car.The speed of the car powered by high-grade talismans was extremely fast, and before everyone had time to stop it, the car had already rushed out of the gate of the barracks and rushed outside.

"What do we do!?" Someone asked in panic.

"What else can I do, chase after me!" the adjutant gritted his teeth and said.

"Where are you chasing?"

"Capital Comprehensive College!" The adjutant said decisively, thinking of the only place the marshal had mentioned just now.

Qi Chen gave up on autopilot, his physical condition was declining every second, but he was forcibly supported by the unsettled emotions in his heart. The sense of gain and loss made him drive the car to the highest speed, and even abused his power for this, making him All pedestrians and vehicles along the way should be avoided.

The behavior of abusing his power to open a way for himself was absolutely impossible for Qi Chen before today.

Because Qi Chen is so desireless, as long as someone gives an order, he will obey it.

For him, the laws of the Union were an order.

He is a shell, relying on the continuous completion of various orders to maintain the state of survival, and now, this shell that has been empty for countless years is finally filled with intense emotions.

Qi Chen felt his own existence for the first time.

He wants to find Mr. Feng, because that is the most important person to him.

And in the field he couldn't see, the spiritual power was solidified beside him, slowly repairing the damaged soul of the master. It was a powerful force that finally broke through some kind of confinement, and cultivators prefer to use known as—

Consciousness.

Xiao Wutong has finished a song.

He stared at the young man on the opposite side, who was holding a drumstick, and even stopped playing, and looked over reverently and fanatically.

There is no doubt that he has just appeared as an accompanist.

Xiao Wutong twitched his face slightly. He had only two rules for selecting people. One was to see if the other party was loyal to Mr. Feng, and the other was to see if the other party could play musical instruments. After screening out these people, he randomly selected a few of them If you are pleasing to the eye, imprint your spirit and make it completely obey your orders.

But he didn't expect that he was so coincidental that he chose Elton.

Thinking about it carefully, if Elton can play an instrument, it really meets his selection criteria.

But who would have thought that such a tall, burly and fierce man could play musical instruments!

"Host." The system poked him in the sea of ​​consciousness, "It's been too long."

Masked accompanists are waiting for Mr. Feng's order.

With Mr. Feng's previous style, after singing a song, if he is still interested, he will continue to sing, if he is not interested, he will turn off the live broadcast. Situations like this are very rare.

Xiao Wutong blinked his eyes, deeply feeling that he almost collapsed his personality just now.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier!" At such a time, it is natural to resolutely throw the blame on the system.

The system rolled its eyes, retracted into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and decided not to pay attention to the garbage host.

Xiao Wutong thought for a while, reached out and tapped the microphone, but did not intend to stop the live broadcast.

Let him think carefully about how to deal with his roommate who was inadvertently controlled by him.

When Qi Chen parked the car at the gate of the school, his sanity was already blurred. He panted heavily and looked out the car window. The stone tablet that appeared in his vision was standing on both sides of the school gate.

But this was just the time for the students to leave school, and there was a lot of voices at the school gate, which didn't look like the scene in Mr. Feng's live broadcast room.

Qi Chen closed his eyes hard, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, took out his optical brain and opened Mr. Feng's live broadcast room.

The other party has already started singing the second song.

This is a majestic piece of music, the sound of drums and zither combined with passionate voices, like an ancient battlefield, full of flesh and blood, between life and death, can almost mobilize anyone's blood.

Qi Chen listened, but slowly became quiet.

Because he could tell that the other party's mood was calm at this time.

So he too calmed down.

The siren sounded behind him, getting closer and closer, the adjutant's voice seemed to be through a huge diaphragm, shouting his name desperately, Qi Chen felt the car door open, and someone grabbed his shoulder, trying to get himself out of the car carry it out.

He tried his best to maintain the last sanity, and grabbed the adjutant: "Put me down, I want to stay here."

"Marshal! You need treatment!"

"I said, let me down!"

Even though he was weak, his posture never softened. After struggling for a while, the adjutant had no choice but to put him back into the car, but he was still persuading him.

"Marshal, you can't stay here for long, there are too many people around here."

Qi Chen took a deep breath and tried his best to wake up his reason.

He wanted to maintain the best posture when meeting that person for the first time, and now he still has a fiancé by his side, so what if he found Mr. Feng?

That person deserves the best, not the pursuit of a man who already has a partner.

That would be bad for him, it would ruin his reputation.

He wants to solve his own problems before going to see him.

The singing stopped, and the screen in the live broadcast room turned dark. Mr. Feng had already ended the live broadcast.Qi Chen calculated the driving time, and finally said: "Wait another two hours."

"marshal!"

"Two hours! No less!" He suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark pupils were covered with scarlet bloodshots.

The marshal has completely discarded his cool shell.

The adjutant's heart trembled, and inexplicable fear climbed from his back to his whole body. He no longer tried to dissuade him, but sighed slightly, and said, "Okay, but I want to stay with you in the car."

Anyway, it can be regarded as a care.

Xiao Wutong walked down the stairs, the edge of the cloak rolled into white waves in the air, and the cherry-colored lips were tightly pressed.

Then he stopped.

"Come with me." The slender fingers in pure black gloves pointed to Elton in the crowd, and a fairy voice spit out from his mouth, "The others should leave."

After receiving the order, the rest of the people scattered away immediately, and Xiao Wutong led Elton back to the live broadcast room.

Musical instruments and other things have been removed, and the curtains are still tightly drawn. Except for the talisman lights above the head, there are no traces of human activities here.

Xiao Wutong closed the door, turned around and walked in front of Elton, stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly between his eyebrows.

Some kind of spiritual imprisonment shattered.

Elton's expression didn't change at all... No, or it should be said, he became even more excited.

The dementia is just to prevent people from revealing any information about Mr. Feng, not to force a person to believe in Mr. Feng.When Xiao Wutong selected people, the first thing was that the person to be selected admired Mr. Feng extremely, so even if the dementor was withdrawn, Elton was still a loyal follower of Mr. Feng.

This time, he couldn't even hide his heavy breathing and his beating heart.

"Feng...Mr. Feng." Opening his mouth, his voice was trembling, "What orders do you have?"

Xiao Wutong leaned against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, lowered his eyes and thought about how to answer, before he said after a while: "Are you a student of the Capital Comprehensive College?"

"Yes!" Elton stood up straight, as if trying to show his strength.

"Mecha system?"

"No...it's the Department of Film and Television..." The young man was suddenly frustrated, and he smiled wryly, "Does Mr. Feng prefer students from the Department of Mecha?"

"I'm not interested in subjects." Xiao Wutong replied, "I just think you are very interesting."

Mr. Feng is interested in him!

Elton regained his spirits.

"Actually, the first thing I wanted to learn was mechs!" Elton seemed to have decided that Mr. Feng preferred mecha students, and began to prove himself desperately, "I also went to the interstellar battlefield with the army and fought against the Zerg. "

Xiao Wutong blinked, he never thought of exploring Elton's secrets, but he didn't expect that the other party would reveal all his secrets all at once.

"Then you should continue to learn mechs, why did you go to the film and television department again?"

Having attracted Mr. Feng's attention, Elton seemed quite excited, but his excited expression was gradually replaced by bitterness in an instant, and his fingers touched his cheeks unconsciously.

"Because something happened on the battlefield that time, I can no longer learn mechs."

"But you still like mechas." Xiao Wutong's mind flashed the stiff smile at the corner of the other party's mouth that morning, "You still want to drive mechas again."

"No." Elton shook his head, "Speaking like this may make Mr. Feng look down upon me, but I really don't want to touch mechas anymore, and I already have more important goals."

Through the cloak, Xiao Wutong looked at Elton, there was no haze in the young man's eyes, he seemed to have come out of the past.

"That's good." He stood up straight and walked towards the window, "Persist on your dream, that's more important than anything else."

Pulling back the heavy curtains and opening the window, Xiao Wutong jumped out of the window. The moment he landed, his spiritual power condensed under his feet, and he disappeared without a trace.

Behind him, Elton, who reacted a little slower, rushed to the window and looked down, but found nothing.

"Hold on to my dream?"

He repeated, raising his right hand to his eyes and opening it.

In the palm, four nail prints were deeply sunken in the flesh, oozing bright red blood.

"my dream?"

The high emotions turned into indifference, and his lips twitched, as if mocking.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good morning mom and dad

something strange happened today

Uncle stall owner ran to the mountain to apologize to Wutong

And I have to give all the cases to Wutong

but daddy said

You must pay for something shiny when you buy something

Otherwise it's not a good boy

So Wutong educated the stall owner very seriously

Isn't Wutong super powerful today!