The Fairy in Fast Time

The silver-white net hung down with soft light on the endless sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. Wen Han stood out of thin air on the calm and waveless sea, several spiritual threads constantly shuttled through the holes in the spiritual barrier, and then gradually filled them up.

Cecil slowly let go of Wen Han's hand, stood behind him and quietly looked at this beautiful sea of ​​consciousness, while the pale golden spiritual thread continued to stretch, gently hooking the silver white spiritual thread network, and thus spread upwards.

He wanted to see how high Wen Han's mental barrier was in the spiritual realm. After all, the higher it was, the stronger the spiritual power of the guide.

When the spiritual thread belonging to Cecil winds to the top of the barrier, he looks deeply at the back of the head of the person in front of him, as if thinking about something.

——This is really not the mental barrier that a D-level guide should have, but rather like the mental barrier of an A-level guide.

On the other side, Wen Han felt a little tired after repairing another loophole, his body couldn't help shaking slightly, and he couldn't help raising his hand to hold his forehead, looking a little tired.

"Close your eyes now and take back all your mental threads," Cecil put his arms around Wen Han's shoulders, and ordered in a low voice in his ear.

"Mmm..." Wen Han only felt a dull pain in his brain, then he slowly withdrew all his mental threads and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Han found that he seemed to have returned to reality, and in front of him was Cecil's face that was close at hand.

"Feeling okay?"

With this posture in mind, Cecil gently held Wen Han's face with his hands, and there was a hint of tenderness in his words.

But Wen Han subconsciously tilted his head back, trying to stagger away from Cecil's cool palm.

——After all, this action is really too flirtatious.

——It would be so embarrassing if I got a nosebleed...

So, Cecil hooked Wen Han's chin lightly with his fingers, and opened the distance between the two with a light smile. It was also placed back on top of Wen Han's head.

Wen Han stared blankly at Cecil, and Fat Jiu stared blankly at Little White Snake.

Then Cecil was suddenly speechless by these two gazes.

***

Imperial Army Headquarters meeting room.

"What did you say! A Zeruo betrayed!?" The marshal, who is nearly fifty years old, is in his prime and is a top sentinel with an S rank. When he heard this report, he slammed the table down and stood up furiously. The adjutant in front of him said.

"Yes, and...he also stole the highest military secrets of the empire." The adjutant frowning, pointed at the virtual light screen that appeared in mid-air, and called up a video.

But seeing a slender male guide on the video, you can see a gentle smile on his mouth, passing through the checkpoints to the [archive room] where the imperial secrets are stored, when the dozen or so people in the room When the sentinel also smiled and saluted the guide with the rank of colonel, Azero's eyes suddenly glowed with dark blue light—a mental attack.

Immediately, the eyes of all the sentinels on the scene became blank, and they stood still in place.

On the other hand, Azero smiled slightly at the floating monitor, and he put his left index finger on his lips, with a little temptation in his voice, "Thank you Marshal for your cultivation and support all these years."

The words fell, and the picture instantly turned into black and white snowflakes.

The marshal's chest rose and fell sharply, and he slumped on the chair exhausted, staring at the conference table with absent-minded eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

Seeing this, the adjutant Luther pursed his lips and looked up the stolen documents on the optical brain, looking a little bit overwhelmed.

"I didn't expect... I really didn't expect..." The marshal smiled lowly, and at this moment he figured out all the things that he couldn't figure out about the Federation's actions before, "The Mission: Impossible played by the Federation is really beautiful."

"Back then, A Zeruo's parents were killed by the Federation. I saw that he lost his parents at such a young age, and brought him back with pity. On the day he awakened and became a guide, he told me that he would like to sneak into the Federation as a spy. , to find out the truth about the murder of his parents."

"But it's all fake, the identity is fake, the background is fake, everything is designed by the federation."

"I raised Azeroth for nearly 20 years, until he became the colonel in charge of the imperial archives..."

"I didn't expect that he had endured it for 20 years, just for today." The marshal crossed his hands to his lips, his brows and eyes were gloomy.

"Heh, he is really loyal to the Federation..." The marshal laughed mockingly, and closed his eyes a little tiredly, "Have you found out which documents were stolen?"

"Yes, a total of 310 top-secret documents were stolen, and a total of [-] military documents." Luthor pressed his aching temple and said in a deep voice, "and...he seems to have cut us off from the intervening Electronic contact at Federal eyeliner..."

"Don't say anything about this beforehand, and let the people in the [archive room] keep their mouths shut." The marshal's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he tapped the table with his fingers, "Then, let Cecil come to see me."

"As ordered."

Luther stood up straight with a "snap" and gave a military salute.

***

The seventh floor of the warship.

"This is a note on how to use the spiritual silk. I will give you three days to memorize it by heart, and I will check it at that time." Cecil handed a notebook with a black cover to Wen Han, and he looked at Wen Han. Those eyes are as deep as a whirlpool, as if quietly luring people to sink into them.

Then, he lowered his eyes to check the text message that had just been sent to his brain, his eyes narrowed, "I still have something to do, I'll come back to you later."

As he said that, he leaned over and put his spiritual body on Wen Han's lap, slightly closed his eyelids and said in a low voice, "Help me take care of it."

After speaking, he picked up the military cap that was set aside and put it on top of his head, and left without looking back.

So in the huge living room, only Wen Han and two staring spiritual bodies were left.

[System: My mother, the mental body still needs to be taken care of! ? 】

Wen Han: ...

[System: Why do I think that, on the surface, Cecil is using the banner of asking you to take care of your spiritual body, but the actual purpose is to monitor you...]

Wen Han: Uh.

Wen Han looked at the golden-green eyes of the little white snake, and silently stretched out his index finger to poke its head.

So, the little white snake spit out the snake letter, opened its mouth, and sucked the fingers in without thinking. The tip of its white tail gently swept Wen Han's thigh, looking very happy.

Wen Han: "..."

[System: Youhappyisok:)]

Wen Han: Well, Ihappyisok.

Immediately, Fat Jiu flapped his wings, and an unsteady one fell from the top of Wen Han's head, and landed on the coiled lower body of the little white snake. It looked so stupid that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

So the little white snake let go of its mouth, turned its head and spit out the snake letter to Fatty Jiu, and gently put the tip of its tail on its back, with a sense of comfort.

Fat Chirp let out a "Chirp", tilted its head and looked at the little white snake in front of it with those small black round eyes, and then it touched the snake letter that the other party spat out affectionately with its small sharp mouth.

Wen Han: "..."

Wen Han: Why do I have the illusion of being forced into a mouthful of royal dog food :)

【System: No, I don't think that's your illusion :)】

Wen Han suddenly became depressed, and then he opened the notebook Cecil gave him before, and then saw the very beautiful fancy English written in it.

Wen Han: Oh, it's English! ?

[System: Yes, English. 】

Wen Han: Doesn’t this world speak Chinese? ?

[System: What are you talking about? The language of each world is different. You can understand it because of the instinct of the original owner's body. Don't look at English at first glance. If you look carefully, you can actually understand it. Yes, oh, of course you can understand it this way - the host has its own translation system. 】

Wen Han: So my golden finger is so awesome.

[System: Thank you thank you. 】

Wen Han: What are you thanking for?

【System: I am your golden finger :)】

Wen Han: You can pull it down, you look like a gourd baby.

[System: Ha! ?Let me tell you that I will give you a CD of the past and strangle you to death if I backhand :)]

Wen Han: Immortality with one stroke, never tiredness with two strokes, thank you dad for his love for me.

[System: There are such brazen people in this world...]

***

Headquarters meeting room.

"Sir."

There was a crisp sound from the black military boots stepping on the smooth ground, but seeing Cecil in military uniform standing still in front of the marshal, he gave a neat military salute.

"Colonel." Cecil nodded slightly to Luthor beside him.

"Admiral." Luther stood still and gave him a military salute.

Then the Marshal signaled Luther to play the previous surveillance video of Azeroth's betrayal.

Two 10 minutes later.

"So, what do you mean?" Cecil looked at the marshal with deep eyes, and his voice was cold.

"In recent years, the Empire and the Federation have been peaceful on the surface, but in private, there are turmoil and constant struggle." The marshal sighed softly, and said in a deep voice: "I received an invitation from the President of the Federation two days ago. We're going to see their military parade every seven years, and I want you to go."

"Then, get in touch with the eyeliner we planted in the Federation." The marshal held his forehead with a gloomy expression, "Azero cut off our connection with the eyeliner."

Hearing this, Cecil pondered for a moment, with an inorganic cold light in his eyes, he asked in a low voice: "If you find Azero, do you need to get rid of him immediately?"

The marshal was silent for a long while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Catch as much as possible, but if there is any emergency..."

The marshal looked at Cecil, his amber eyes looked dull, and he said softly, "Then kill him."

"Yes."

***

The seventh floor of the warship.

"What is this, what is this..." Wen Han stared at what was written in the notebook and muttered to himself in a daze.

[System: ... When you know the characters but can't read them, this is very miserable. 】

[System: It's very miserable :)]

Wen Han: I can't help but think back to the fear of being dominated by physics.

[System: Are you bad at physics? 】

Wen Han: The Physics [-] of the college entrance examination depends entirely on mathematics and English to score points. I am really strong.

Putting the notebook aside, Wen Han pulled Fei Jiu out from under the tail of the little white snake and put it on his shoulder, then sighed and looked at the smooth body of the little white snake, suddenly felt itchy for some reason.

Wen Han: I haven't done anything for a long time, and suddenly I want to do something, [Suddenly Excited.jpg]

[System: Do it. 】

Therefore, Wen Han stretched out his sinful hand to the little white snake, and tied the soft little white snake into a knot with loving eyes.

The little white snake staring at Wen Han: "..."

At this time, Cecil opened the door and walked in, closed his eyes and walked slowly to the living room, then, he looked at Wen Han, "I'll go back..."

"coming."

Cecil looked at his mental body that was tied into a knot, and calmly finished the remaining two words.

Wen Han: "..."