It's better to soak you in instant noodles [Quick Transmigration]

Meng Yile didn't answer his question.

It's really hard to answer. First, as a crush, Langdon must want to share every trace of emotion with Arnold. After all, cooking for him is such an intimate act, it will make people's hearts burst.

The second is whether Langdon, as an enemy general, can communicate with Arnold calmly after being insulted by Arnold several times, and even cook for him... it can be called... um... for the time being Can't find words to describe the behavior.

Meng Yile was caught in a huge problem, but it was really hard to give an answer that suited the character's mood. He thought he was suitable for a character dressed as a little white flower, for example, Han Yue.

Meng Yile smacked the name in his mind, and after going around three times in his mind, he still couldn't suppress another face that was exactly the same. He recalled the faces of those two teenagers as if centuries had passed.

Although it is his own memory, once people recall it, they will automatically change to the perspective of God, so Meng Yile saw a boy limping after another boy, calling out from his pink lips like plum petals. The name, soft, waxy, cautious and pleading.

He said: "Xingchen...you wait for me..."

A very untimely memory came up so strongly, with a turbulent momentum, that Meng Yile felt his heart twitch slightly.

He suddenly felt very tired. It was the first time he had traveled through these worlds, which made him feel this exhausted.So the young admiral's eyes flickered, then he turned and left expressionlessly.

Meng Yile returned to the guest room, he sat on the bed in the most standard military posture, the young general looked down at the floor, after a long while, he finally spoke.

Meng Yile: [Han Xingchen... what happened in the end? 】

432: [Dead. 】

Paused.

Meng Yile: 【Natural death? 】

432: [Perhaps. 】

Meng Yile: [Can you tell me this too? 】

432: 【No, I really don't know.As I said, the system cannot predict and analyze the actions and thoughts of the target. 】

Meng Yile: [Then Fang Lai and Fang Qing are also dead? 】

432: [Perhaps. 】

Meng Yile: 【The last question.After Fang Qing died, was he reborn again? 】

432: [Perhaps. 】

Knowing that the system didn't intend to tell him the truth, Meng Yile gave up.

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

An electronic mechanical voice came from outside, "Dear Admiral Landon, is it convenient for you now?"

Meng Yile was stunned for a moment, without much hesitation, "Please come in."

The sensor door opened, and Pete slid in from the outside. He tilted his head and looked playfully at the young and handsome general, "I found that the catecholamines in your body are secreted too much, Little Langdon, are you unhappy? ?”

The young admiral sitting on the bed felt affectionate about Pete's title. The smart butler in the base when he was a child often called him this way. Even, for Langdon, the only thing in the base that could enrich his childhood was Pete. .

Because his father was a commander, and his mother was also an admiral. Fortunately, he had an extra playmate, Bill.

And, Bill is alive.He has his own strong color.

Meng Yile's usually cold eyes calmed down, and there was still a little tenderness in them. He tried to raise the corners of his lips, "Peter, you are always so careful. Is this for me?" He gestured for Pete to hide in the Behind a glass of mango juice.

"Ah, I was discovered!" Pete's ears moved, and then he turned his head directly, moved the front of his head behind him, slid over and stuffed the glass in his hand into the young general's hand.

Pete blinked at him, holding the dimples on his cheeks, looking very playful, and clenched his fists excitedly: "Fuck it, little Langdon!"

This liveliness directly infected Meng Yile, he imitated Pete's movements and clenched his fists, the young general rarely showed a few traces of expression, but now there was a trace of a smile on his face.

Then he raised his head and poured all the mango juice into his stomach.

Smiling, Pete took the empty glass in the young general's hand, then rolled his eyes and asked, "Did you miss home just now?"

Meng Yile shook his head when he heard this, and reached out to touch his head, "Don't worry about Pete, I'm fine."

"Little Langdon, if you feel lonely, why don't you talk to me~" Pete put the empty glass into his stomach, and walked around the room twice, looking very happy and happy, "Peter is Almighty~"

"Understood." Meng Yile gave him a military salute, and his sincere cooperation looked pure and holy, like a bright star during the war, guiding the way forward for others.

Arnold, who had been spying outside the door for a long time, had a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Hearing the cheerful voices in the room, he suddenly felt that this place was more like Langdon's territory than his home.

Very irritable, together with the idiot robot who betrayed him, all wanted to throw it out of the window.

Arnold's face was so dark that he was about to lift his foot in to break this so-called beautiful illusion, but suddenly he heard Pete's loud laughter stop, and he asked a little surprised: "You mean your father is not Your biological father?"

Another quiet and indifferent voice came from inside, without any ups and downs, as if he had accepted the fact long ago, "Don't look at me like this, Pete, the sympathetic gaze will make me feel miserable. But in fact, in the interstellar year, being able to be It is my honor to be adopted by my parents."

"Is it really not miserable?" Pete tilted his head and looked at him in confusion, and his voice softened because of the communication, which was very suitable for chatting, "I remember when Admiral Arnold asked the dignitaries of the four tribes, you His father replied to his letter without the slightest hesitation."

For Langdon, this was really not a very good memory. Now Pete took it out, threw it bloody in front of Meng Yile, and asked him: Does it hurt?

Meng Yile forced a smile and said it didn't hurt.

So Pete took a knife and stabbed him in the chest again. Seeing the gushing blood wet his clothes, the robot asked innocently again: Does it hurt?

Meng Yile could only smile palely, and it became very difficult to even speak.

How could it not hurt, who is willing to be abandoned every time there is a choice, it will always be yourself.This learned sense of helplessness had long since numbed his heart, but his reason reminded him time and time again that his father's decision was right.

For the base, for the four major tribes, all choices are correct.

From the moment they became soldiers, they were destined to abandon their feelings, but Langdon's actions were far worse than the commander's. He would always do some stupid and wrong things because of his feelings.

Being punished, abandoned, and humiliated because of this has become a matter of course.

Meng Yile pursed his bloodless lips and said, "Really, father has always been an excellent commander, and he can always make the right decision at the first time."

"Then will you feel sad and lost because of this?" Pete's ears drooped and his eyelids drooped. There was pity and sympathy on his face, which was the last look Meng Yile wanted to see.

The young admiral lowered his eyebrows. He covered the emotion in his eyes, shook his head firmly and said, "If I were a father, I would make the same decision." The hands hanging by his side quietly closed together.

"Can I hug you, little Langdon?" Pete opened his arms, he slid in front of Meng Yile, and then gently hugged the young general with his head down.

Meng Yile pursed his thin lips. At this time, his face had returned to his expressionless expression, his voice was cold, and he slightly rejected Pete's movements, "I don't need to comfort Pete, you probably misunderstood, I never I don't feel sorry for myself."

"It's not consolation." Pete stroked the admiral's hair with his hands, and then let go of his embrace and slid aside. He looked serious and sincere, "I think I'm a little in love with you, whether it's your appearance or something else."

Meng Yile looked at him expressionlessly, and didn't show any sign of this sudden confession, and didn't even plan to respond.

Pete spread his hands: "So are you going to reject me? Oh no, this is my first love, Little Langdon. If you have more time to think about it, I am far more powerful than you know, for example... help you escape from that old man. How about a man's control?"

The old man Arnold came out from behind the door with a gloomy face. The clear footsteps knocked on the ears of the two people in the room, and all four looked at the door at the same time.

The young general met his eyes, something flickered in the depths of his eyes, but there was nothing unusual on his face.

And Pete...

1 minute later.

Pete picked up the fallen pieces on the ground and twisted them on himself bit by bit, while looking at the tightly closed induction door, he cursed silently: "Violent maniac...old man...terrible to death...rude... "

Meng Yile in the room stood up. He looked at Arnold who was approaching him step by step, frowned slightly, and then when the opponent was one meter away from him, he quickly turned around to avoid the opponent's attack, and leaned his back against the cold wall face, staring vigilantly at the person who was gradually approaching him.

"What exactly do you want, Admiral Arnold? If it's to humiliate me, I think you should be satisfied."

Arnold raised his eyebrows, half of his lips curled up, his whole body was cold, exuding a stern and bloodthirsty taste, and there was a familiar sarcasm in his eyes: "Admiral Langdon, you underestimate this scumbag, you can satisfy me only twice A week of inhumane interrogation is not worth the humiliation. Am I right?"

Of course Meng Yile knew how much he had done to Arnold in the base back then, and this was what he could never forgive himself—he almost killed his own belief with his own hands.

Even if he didn't die in the end, those scars would stay with Arnold for the rest of his life. Every rainy day, this God of War who had glorified his life on the battlefield would suffer severe pain because of it.

Torture like thousands of ants eating away at the bone.

Hearing this, the little blood on the young general's face immediately faded away, his throat rolled, his back pressed against the cold wall, feeling his body temperature getting lower and lower, he felt a burst of pain in his heart. tingling.

"So what else do you want to do to feel fair?" he asked.

Arnold looked at the man wearing his own clothes opposite him, the primal physical impulse brought by that beautiful face called the number one in the universe, his eyes darkened, and the bloodthirsty sneer on the corners of his lips intensified a bit.

"Take it off first."

The author has something to say: Meng Yile: What are you taking off?

Arnold: Runaway wild dog.

Meng Yile: Huh?

Arnold: Fucking you like a stray dog.

432: Red Chicken! !