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

The Yan family has always been an incredible family.

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

During this period, the nobles of each family and family line were like a leaf-shaped fulcrum, and like bamboo shoots after the rain, it stretched endlessly, and after passing a vertex, it rose or fell, and there were always only a few prosperous ones.

The Yan family is one of the big and powerful families.

Going back to the root, the Yan family is a branch of the Milky Way galaxy in ancient times. Downwardly, it is inclusive of hundreds of rivers, and its genealogy has accepted the blood of countless other galaxies.

It is not like those pretentious and arrogant nobles who are stingy and locked their doors in order to maintain the so-called pure blood, but it is not like the tiniest inferior family that refuses all comers, good and bad.

After a long period of reputation or ruin, its uniqueness has won it great victories. When other ancient families fell, it still stood firm and did not move. The status of the largest family today.

Therefore, the Yan family is not only named Yan, but because its head is named Yan, so it is the Yan family in this era.

The previous head of the family, Admiral Yan, retired five years ago. The second son, Yan Shuo, took over the family. Although he is young, he is not dissatisfied. The six old men who can only blow their beards and stare at the Chinese Council are crushed to death.

The so-called, high merit cannot overwhelm the master.

Even from 300 years ago, the royal family has been declining. The current emperor, Banglin III, is useless and sick for many years. the balance fulcrum.

Yan Shuo is only 28 years old, but he has already been well-known. He is well-protected by his family and has too much brilliance. He holds a lot of power in his hand. "command.

The first battle became famous in the Battle of Prota Galaxy, known as the "War of Conquest" in history.Equipped with an S-class mecha "Raphael", he led 21 members of the mecha department to fight in the Prota Galaxy. Gained unprecedented breadth.

The old enemy, the United States of Els, was once honored as the "God of War in Heaven" because it belonged to the "Gate of Heaven".

Since then, the combat power of mechas has been hailed as the highest combat power again, which has established the beginning of the "mecha era".

With the arrival of the mecha craze, all kinds of mech virtual competitions are taking advantage of the trend.

He was only 21 years old that year.

But after that, he gradually began to delegate power. Although his father is a scumbag, he can still listen to his advice sometimes. As for being secretly licked by the eyes of the resentful poisonous snake.

After all, during the final period of the war of conquest seven years ago, it was because of his high contribution that he attracted an assassination and betrayal.

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

He remembered the battle where he almost lost his life, and he also remembered the handsome young man under the boundless sand and gravel.

Yan Shuo has always thought that love at first sight is nonsense, no, it's not just love at first sight, he used to think that falling in love is all nonsense, in the early years, there were some unsightly words such as illegitimate child written on his body, and he was educated. Sarcasm made his character extremely dark, and after that he was unyielding and showed his sharpness with his strength, but there were always people who were afraid of the face of the first son of the Yan family's family and did not dare to get too close to him.

It wasn't until later that the not-so-magnanimous son-in-law died in an accident, and he was taken back to his family... His brilliance and talent were brought into full play.

They kissed the back of his hand as soon as they met, as if a tiger wolf who hadn't eaten in a few lifetimes suddenly saw a meal of overcooked braised pork.

In such a powerful upper class society, and under the shadow of his parents' ignorant and ridiculous love affairs, Yan Zhong Erbingshuo felt that he would never fall in love in his life.

Even if those young ladies are glamorous, with beautiful skins like flowers, like irises blooming shyly and timidly in the morning, he finds it boring.

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

At that time, he was a 21-year-old young man. To be honest, he had only just grown up for three years. He had never seen love, and he didn't care about it.

At the beginning, he denied it, and he remembered that his mind was indeed not so clear at the time, and he could just evade it to his body with high fever in one fell swoop.

It's all an illusion, wake up, how ridiculous it is to fall in love at first sight.

But the originally weak heartbeat began to be heavy and earnest, pounding and chaotic, and it was so chaotic that his blood seemed to be growing and distorted.

Overwhelming, a bit like the pouring rain he lay on the grass when he was isolated and bullied.

He was in the darkness, and the boy next to him felt the darkness and lit a candle. The smell of the candle soon wafted through his nose. With a faint smell of blood.

Fortunately, he was already dizzy enough, so he was actually two points more awake than the complete chaos before.

When he was still in a daze, the boy had already taken off his short sleeves, revealing a fair but not thin body, which happened to be the body of a young man. The lean abdominal muscles showed that his master never lacked Exercising, but not too stiff, but with the youthfulness and softness of a teenager.

He tore his clothes and bent down to bandage his wound.

He just... slowly bent down, his black head was almost buried in his chest, and the soft black hair rubbed against his chest itching.

His clean breath sprayed over his hot body.

He suddenly felt that it was like a refreshing antidote.

His mind was dizzy, and some hammer was hitting sharply, but he still couldn't help looking at the fair skin on the neck.

His body was on fire, clamoring for some primitive instincts and impulses, hiding scorching and chaotic flames, and the blazing fire of karma destroyed him in an instant.

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

It was as cool as frost.

As he thought about it, he looked up and saw a pair of bright and flustered 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 too messed up, and he couldn't remember what happened afterwards... He didn't remember whether he did it or not.

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

The other party looked very shy, no, he had always been shy, but he didn't look unhappy, so he shouldn't have done anything excessive. Thinking about it, he was on the verge of death at the time, so he probably didn't have that ability.

call--

He sighed, he was too flustered at that time, whether it was his first love or whatever, he was as young as a fool with no IQ, and the short time did not allow him to grow up, the home field of the Conquest War urgently needed him to go back, The idiots who betrayed him haven't been dealt with yet.

At the time of parting, the child looked shy and gentle in his eyes.

So he took off his hat and saluted him, and said dryly, the empire will remember your contribution.

……Hold.

Thinking of this, Lord General covered his eyes in embarrassment.

This had to be one of the most fucking stupid things he'd ever done in his life.

He should have kissed him.

He should have kissed him.Giving that boy a kiss, leaning down to kiss him without any hesitation, can express his restless heart that was about to suffocate under his serious and rigid face at that time. Overflowing from that barely rational body.

He should touch his soft black hair and tell him how much he likes him and that he will definitely come back.

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

But, at the time, he actually thought so.

I like you a lot.

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

He thought, he will definitely come back, and wait for the mess outside to be settled.

Soon, it won't be too long, but in a few months, the war of conquest has come to an end, and everything... will be fine, fine, very, very 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 of a reason to persuade his father.

Although the other party was born on such a barren little planet, he believed that with his credit at that time, there was nothing he couldn't get.

His harsh 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 he is at a loss. It is like a dreamy adventure and dream. That place was barren and remote, and it was about to become a holy place in his heart.

And he has already become famous in one battle, and his future is boundless.

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

It's a pity that the general at this time doesn't know what it means to be unsatisfactory, and what it means to be unsatisfactory in life.

He was lying in the ward at that time, peeling an apple for himself, thinking about the date of recovery... No, there is no need to recover, as long as he can walk, he will go to him immediately.

He remembered the other party's galaxy and specific location, and he had saved the specific value long ago. He deliberately did not tell the other party through the roughly preserved contact device... He could even imagine the surprised and shy expression of the young man, slightly lowering his pair of eyes. With bright and clear eyes, fingers brushed aside a strand of hair on the sideburns.

His knife slipped down suddenly, cutting open a layer of his flesh, the skin was thin, and it took a few seconds for a few drops of blood to flow out miserly.

The TV next to it was coldly interrupting a big explosion event of a galaxy thousands of miles away.

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

He gasps for breath.

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

He sighed regretfully and sadly, and couldn't help but lit another cigarette.

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

He has worked very hard... to track down the boy's traces, using all his resources.

But there was no hope.

The explosion of a galaxy spread, in that backward area... there can be no survivors.

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

He has always been a person above reason, even though he still mobilized people to investigate, but the voice in his heart has already made a conclusion.

He was almost desperate at that time, he let out a breath, at that time... full of regret and remorse, he almost lost interest in everything at that time, and he stood up with great difficulty and once again deeply experienced that the world is impermanent, Human life is thin.

As time passed, that young man wrapped in regret and pain was somewhere in his body at this moment.

So when he saw each other again, he remembered that the blood in his body was cold.

He recognized that face at a glance.

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 one who wins will be on the top of this underground fighting arena.

It's not 1V1, nor is it a team match, it's a single person facing all the vicious challengers.

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

What kind of a murderer was that, even the ends of his short black short hair were covered with blood, the black red blood, either dry or wet, 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 mechs beside him were dimmed for a moment.

But in the end, his aura was too strong, and the terrifying killing intent like falling into the ice cave was almost tangible.

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

"Oh," there was a mocking light in his black pupils, his chin was lifted indifferently and proudly, even though he was making a gesture of surrender, "Is it the imperial army?"

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

The other party's eyes were loose, as if he was sure that he had been caught, and he didn't want to struggle, but he finally noticed his somewhat naked gaze, and the black pupils soon fell on him.

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

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

His body hugged the other party first, and the subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what the old man was thinking.

Even he himself doesn't know what's going on in his head.

He didn't seem to think of anything... he couldn't think of anything, like a soaked sponge.

The young man was very light, he thought, maybe his brain was so blown up that he felt no different from a soaked sponge.

Of course, even a soaked sponge is a handsome soaked sponge.

"It's... 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 forced disguise of weakness like a gossamer.

Yan Shuo suddenly didn't think about anything else, he just scooped up a little bit in the sea of ​​floating stars.

He has grown up.

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