Can you not die [Quick Transmigration]

Braddol buried his head into César's shoulder, trying his best to calm down the restlessness in his heart.

"Marshal, I'm sorry..." César's voice rang in my ear: "I don't know why I couldn't do it, I obviously followed the information, I don't know why..."

"It's okay, I don't blame you," Braddol gradually calmed down, tilted his head slightly, and put his lips on the other's neck: "I'm fine."

César's body froze, and then he relaxed. He hugged him without saying a word, and said in a muffled voice, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come."

The system complained; [So what's the point of your visit, the host, is there something wrong with being pissed off? 】

Yue Ze was also extremely embarrassed, although the news on the Internet had no effect on their lives, but his baby could not be scolded by others, so he came to see César's parents, and specially arranged for someone to secretly take pictures outside to show outsiders how much he liked César's attention, who would have thought that old Garcia's speech would be so righteous, and he would be furious because of such a few innocuous requests.

[System: I don't understand what your anger point is. 】

Yue Ze remained silent, the irritable emotions in his body put him on the verge of erupting at any time, even he himself didn't know when he would lose control, let alone his own silly and sweet system.

The photos of César supporting Braddor out of his house quickly spread to Starnet. Although there were some mistakes in the process, the basic purpose was achieved. Federal citizens have always been concerned about the "noble life" of sentinels and guides. It was based on news and speculation. Knowing that César was infertile, he suspected that the Marshal was a fake marriage. Now that Braddor came to propose a marriage, coupled with intentional guidance, the wind direction on the star network naturally changed accordingly. César After reading the posts on the Internet, I realized why Braddol insisted on dragging himself home.

"You really...you clearly said you didn't care, why did you do that?" In Braddol's apartment, the man was complaining, but he held his frowning lover in his hands, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Speaking of you again," Braddor turned his head with an unkind expression, glared at him, then leaned his neck forward, and kissed him on the face: "Didn't you say you wanted to call me baby?"

The moment Marcus brought the doctor in, he saw the Marshal with an angry and disgusted expression on his face, speaking extremely boring words.

César is not an ordinary person either. Facing the marshal with such a broken personality, he can still nod calmly: "Baby."

"What's going on?" Asking the doctor to see the marshal, Marcus pulled César aside: "The marshal's mental power fluctuates too much, and I can feel it outside the door."

César frowned, and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know, but... can I meet your little prince?"

Marcus said inexplicably: "Huh? What does it have to do with my guide?"

César: "I tried spiritual counseling today. Not only did I fail to establish a spiritual link with the marshal, but I was almost attacked."

Sentry, as the recipient of spiritual counseling, always only pays attention to the results, not to mention that under normal circumstances, the worst result of spiritual counseling is just that the guide makes a mistake after linking, and there is no such thing as a failure to establish a link, so Marcus naturally does not know The reason, he nodded, said: "I will send a message to Rui Beier and ask him to come here now. In any case, the marshal's body is important."

César still had a worried expression: "Thank you."

"But I'm quite surprised," Marcus, as a young expert in the active atmosphere, couldn't help joking: "It's only been a few days, and you look like a little daughter-in-law. Could it be that you have fallen in love with the marshal a long time ago?" ?”

César had no time to pay attention to him, and turned to look at Braddol surrounded by doctors.

Marcus: "I see. You said you wanted to enter the army department just to get closer to the marshal, right? When did you fall in love with the marshal, brother? I didn't realize it!"

César glanced at him helplessly: "Yesterday."

Marcus looked disbelieving.

On the other side, several expert doctors are persuading Braddor to go to the hospital for treatment: "Your situation is really special. The level of mental violence is much higher than the standard line, but it just keeps on the verge of getting out of control. We don't know what is going on. Is it caused by pathological reasons or the special constitution of SSS, I will contact you to observe for a period of time, otherwise once it gets out of control, there will be no time to deal with it.”

As the doctor said, he glanced sideways at César. It was the first time they had seen such a useless guide. It was fine if he was infertile, but he didn't even know how to counsel him!

Being looked at like this, César felt guilty in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all. He calmly walked up to Braddol, stretched out his hand and rubbed the other's head: "Marshal, go, wait for me Ask the little prince for advice, and then go back and give you spiritual counseling."

"No need, if you can't save me, then no one can control me." Braddor held his hand: "If you dare not want me, I will be angry."

Marcus let out a "poof" laugh.