Can you not die [Quick Transmigration]

The two immediately turned their eyes to him.

Upon seeing this, Marcus quickly waved his hands: "Go ahead and pretend that I don't exist."

The doctors shook their heads helplessly, commanding the robot to install the equipment, and while treating Braddor, they taught César how to use it.

"...Although the mental power healing instrument can temporarily suppress the mental power riot, it is time-sensitive. If it cannot be sorted out in time, the marshal may..."

Braddol leaned halfway on the healing device, staring intently at César's face, not paying any attention to his closest subordinates.

While Marcus was being fed a mouthful of dog food, his heart was full of uneasiness. The Marshal and César didn't understand, but he did know that even if they were enemies on guard against each other, they wouldn't be completely unable to connect during spiritual counseling, let alone The two of them are still a married couple... If this continues, what will the Marshal do?

Thinking of this, Marcus couldn't help taking a peek at the expressionless but sticky marshal, and he couldn't help but sigh. Although the marshal is now a little more popular than before, his uncompromising personality has not changed. He refused to combine with him before. , Now that I don't want to go to the hospital, there is no time for people to worry. César rebelliously has a feeling of bringing a bear child. He can only keep recalling Braddor's majestic appearance on the battlefield, and gradually find Back to the heart of respect.

"...We still recommend you to check it out, a guide who doesn't know how to counsel... This is the first time we've heard of it." The doctors' knowledge of Braddol's physical condition is second only to him, so they didn't bother to knock him down. Dog food from the marshal, but worrying about the future of the alliance wholeheartedly.

After all, Braddol's time is running out.

"No need, I know best about his body." Braddor frowned impatiently, and began to chase people away: "There is no need to complain to the speaker, I know best if there is anything wrong."

This sentence was not convincing at all. The doctors sighed, gave César a bad look, and shook their heads and left.

At the same time, Rebel's spaceship sailed into the apartment. The little prince, wearing a pure white gold-rimmed suit, jumped down lightly. When he saw Marcus, his moist brown almond eyes lit up like a little prince. Flying into his arms like a sparrow, she said coquettishly, "Where have you been these few days, I can't even see you..."

Marcus hugged him and glanced at Braddor with a slight embarrassment.

Lord Marshal leaned on his wife and waved at him: "Please do what you want."

"No, I'm not." Marcus blushed, peeping at Braddol guiltily, and explaining to the little prince: "I've been dealing with the Star Network at the military headquarters for the past few days, and I'm a little busy. you……"

[System: Host, do you think the little prince looks a bit like you?Look at the mockup of his pouted mouth... Whoops, tsk, tsk, where do you put your hands...]

Yue Ze looked down at his extraordinarily strong body, not understanding where the systematic analysis came from.

César obviously had no intention of eating melons, he walked forward without winking, and reached out to hold Marcus' shoulder.

"Ah!" The little prince was taken aback, and quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had just discovered someone here. The seductive crimson spread from his small ears to his delicate and beautiful collarbone, and he hid behind Marcus, staring at him. With big terrified eyes, he looked at César timidly.

"Stay away from my guide," Marcus kept stepping back, protecting the little prince with one hand, "You are like a sentinel, don't scare my Rebel."

"Tsk, it's all right, don't scare my guide." Braddor stepped forward and put his arms around César's shoulder: "What did you call him for?"

"When you didn't calm down just now, I begged Marcus."

Braddor frowned, pressed Cesare's neck with one hand, and took a bite forcefully.

Marcus quickly covered the eyes of the little prince, and said with a smile, "Don't look, hot eyes."

"Why don't you be hot?" César pushed him away, handed the chip in his hand to Rebel, and took half a step back to take care of his feelings: "I came here according to the information you gave, why? No link at all, no contact at all?"

"Can't get in touch?" When it came to what he was good at, the little prince immediately lost his cowardly look, frowned and said solemnly: "Impossible, the reason why we have sentinel guides is because of the different characteristics of mental power. It's like the north and south poles of a magnet, as long as they are close, they will definitely attract. Different magnets will only affect the magnitude of the attraction. There is no reason for them to interact like the same pole..." The little prince paused, staring at Caesar with wide eyes Er, said thoughtfully: "...mutually exclusive."

At this time, Marcus's expression also changed. He looked at César with a sudden realization, and couldn't help but said: "Yeah, why didn't I think about it, you are tall and have no genital cavity, and you can't carry out spiritual counseling. Why? You look like a sentinel... Why were you rated as a guide in the first place?"

César frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "I can't accept becoming a guide after awakening, and I went to the hospital for an examination. It is indeed a guide, and there is no problem."

After the words fell, the three of them turned their eyes to Braddor, who was unable to concentrate due to illness and was completely out of state.

"Impossible," Marcus froze for a moment, and directly denied: "The marshal is the strongest in the interstellar world, and he also suffered from a mental riot, more like a sentinel than César."

"When I was studying mental combing, the teacher asked me to guide the palace guards. There should be people in the Federation's guide home for training. Why don't we try?" Rebel grabbed Marcus's cuff, his voice Soft and sweet.

"No need, just try it with me." Marcus glanced at Braddor gratefully. If it weren't for the Marshal, he would still be secretly in love with Rebel, not to mention that the Marshal is the hope of the entire Federation. Turning his head, he said to César: "Compared to the people in the Guide House, you are more familiar with me. Don't waste time. Solving the problem quickly is the key."

Sissi, the robot who has been hiding in the dark, stepped forward and guided Marcus to lie on the sofa. Rebel explained, and Cesare listened to the class. The three of them discussed seriously. illusion.

Yue Ze sat aside and continued to eat melons.

[System: Host, do you know why it failed? 】

Yue Ze said disapprovingly; 【You don't even know, how would I know. 】

The system was silent for a while, and said: [This time the world is very strange, your mental power has been affected, and it is not normal for César to sort it out for you. I suspect that there is a problem with the world information, or that the target is in the real world Excuse me... I'll walk around for a few seconds and check, okay? 】

[Yue Ze: ... 1 minute in the real world, how long has it been here? 】

[System: Hey, but if this continues, what should I do if the host is too uncomfortable?How about... I will directly pull you back to the void, let's go to the next world to see? 】

Yue Ze didn't answer.

On the other side, César had already completed the whole counseling session under Rebel's guidance, and Marcus was so refreshed that he forgot the little prince and Braddor beside him for a while, and smiled and punched César's shoulder, smiled and said: "I didn't expect it, brother, you are too powerful, I am so comfortable that I can tear the mecha immediately."

When the two of them talked and laughed, although they didn't have the "sentry guide" sense of fit recognized by the world, they looked very harmonious, making people feel that they couldn't get in the way.

The little prince was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips slightly, tried his best not to reveal his emotions, looked to the side unnaturally, and happened to meet Braddor who was frowning at the side.He has been with the marshal for a long time, and Braddor has always given him the impression of being cold and fierce, but after meeting César, he has gradually become emotional, just like now, his His expression turned out to be a little...aggrieved?

But for what reason, Rebel couldn't help turning his eyes to Marcus and César, who were chatting happily, and couldn't help but wonder, would a person like Marshal think he was so inferior and jealous?

The little prince's little emotions were quickly noticed by Marcus. Realizing that he had just neglected his baby, Marcus quickly distanced himself from César, turned around and hugged Rebel, and patted the back of his head affectionately. Wen Sheng asked, "What's the matter, my little prince?"

César followed Rebel's gaze and saw that his marshal was pouting slightly, and his dark purple eyes were foggy, with a hint of sadness.

Marshal, are you...jealous?Because I succeeded in sorting out Marcus's spirit just now?

César: Looking at it this way, the marshal really likes himself... a little happy.

However, Braddol, who is the center of attention, is not jealous, let alone inferior, he is just losing his temper with the system.

[System: Host?Host?Don't ignore me, I promise, I will be back soon, and if there is anything, I will send you a message, okay? 】

[Yue Ze: Not very good. 】

[System: Let me put it this way, if there is really a problem with the source of the world, not only this time, but also the future world will be affected, don't you care? 】

Yue Ze became silent again.

This is the first time I feel the importance of myself to the host. Apart from being flattered, the system also feels deeply helpless. A person as delicate as the host is suffering mental torture every second. There is no reason why he should not let himself go. If something really goes wrong, isn't he afraid that he won't wake up?

Taking advantage of the protection of the host with world consciousness, I should solve it as soon as possible to avoid further problems. My highest order is to put the host first, and compared with subjective requirements, safety is obviously more important.

The system is ruthless, and plans to do it again. It doesn't matter if the host is angry, just coax him, but he can't be allowed to suffer danger!Thinking like this, the system gradually withdrew from Yue Ze's consciousness.

There is no more noisy electronic sound in his consciousness, Yue Ze is sure that the system must have left.

He sighed, leaned his head on César's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I only have you now."