After breaking up the engagement, Slag Gong is really sweet to White Swan

A private spaceship of the empire was attacked and shot down by the alliance warships at the border. This incident finally detonated the last peace bottom line between the alliance and the empire. up the curtain.

When He Mingfeng received the news, the glaring red words "No permission to view" popped up in the positioning system countless times, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly. He didn't dare to think about it, and rushed to the attack scene in a daze.He Mingfeng was frightened by the thick blood after the gunpowder smoke cleared. The medical team surrounded him. He saw them sighing and shaking their heads, and heard the doctor say in a low voice: "There are no vital signs..."

He approached stiffly, as if he had to muster up all his courage before he dared to glance at the victim - that person was not Shen Liangyue.But He Mingfeng was not at all relaxed, and he didn't even breathe a sigh of relief. He stood aside solemnly and deeply, and when he thought of the dangers in the universe, he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

Shen Liangyue didn't like the turbulence of the spacecraft when it passed through the asteroid belt, nor did she like the boundless darkness when the wormhole transitioned.He Mingfeng still remembers when they watched holographic videos together when they were young, Shen Liangyue leaned against him, covered her eyes with her small hands, and said softly: "I feel terrible..."

"Don't be afraid, brother will protect you! When I grow up, I will learn to drive a spaceship, and I will guarantee that the spaceship will not even shake when I pass through the asteroid belt!" He Mingfeng hugged him on his lap, "Traveling the worm When you are in the cave, you will not be afraid if you look at me instead of looking out the window!"

Shen Liangyue's Jingjing eyes were half exposed from between her fingers, "Then you have been with me all this time?"

"Of course!"

Now, he can really drive the spaceship and pass through ten or eight asteroid belts without shaking.But not only could he not be by Shen Liangyue's side, but he also forced Shen Liangyue, who was so afraid of space travel, to resolutely board the spaceship and leave the Emperor Star in order to completely avoid his entanglement.

Nothing he kept of the promises he made to him.

He Mingfeng returned to the station, and immediately submitted an application to the military department, applying to be transferred to the front line fighting the alliance. This is the only way he can "protect" Shen Liangyue now.

One year, two years, three years, He Mingfeng led the Hurricane Corps to push the battle frontier, like a tireless war machine, he put all his energy into the battle.He doesn't need to take turns, and he never asks for leave to visit relatives, because there is no one waiting for him in this world, and he has no "home" to live in.

to go back.

He is always on the front line of the war, going to the most dangerous places and completing the most impossible tasks. In the eyes of many people, what he has done is beyond the challenge, and it is completely death.Maybe He Mingfeng did have a slight self-destructive impulse in his heart, because no matter how much victory he won, he couldn't really make him happy.He often opened his eyes with injuries all over his body, and he couldn't even feel the pain. He just thought—since he didn't die, he continued to fight. This was probably the only meaning of his life.

"Admiral, are you sure you don't want to go back to Emperor Star to attend the award ceremony?" From the youngest major general to the youngest general, He Mingfeng has been on an equal footing with his father in terms of military rank. The five generals in the military department are old and weak, He Mingfeng, who is really fighting on the front line, has the army and armed forces in his hands, and no one in the empire dares to speak loudly in front of him.

The war is still going on, but He Mingfeng's military rank has risen to the top. He sat in the command post, lowered his head and peeled an apple with a knife, and slowly said to the secretary: "Go and report, so that they don't use this kind of joke again." To fool me with something, the Imperial Knight Medal? Is it to comfort me that I cannot inherit He Jun's noble title?"

The secretary cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Although a knight is the lowest noble title, you also know that titles are hereditary, and the noble circle has long stopped accepting newcomers. The result achieved..."

"Gu Yunshen is disgusting me, but my fiancé is..." He paused, and skillfully scratched the apple a few times with a knife, "...Anyway, let them show some sincerity. It will be defeated by us soon, and if the Management Council doesn’t want it, we will open our own arsenal.”

"You tell them that I'm tired of being an admiral, and if I want to continue to enjoy my life in Emperor Star peacefully, I should bring out something real." Following He Mingfeng's voice, a plate of cute rabbit apples was cut and placed on the table. The desk full of documents did not match the atmosphere of the front line at all.

"I understand what you mean. Maybe we will witness history soon." The secretary adjusted his glasses. Before he walked out of the office, he suddenly turned around and asked, "If the application is approved, will you smile? I never I followed you when the war started, but I almost never saw you smile..."

He Mingfeng stared at the plate of apples, and said word by word: "...the day I occupy the capital of the alliance, maybe I will want to smile."

In the fourth year of the war between the empire and the alliance, He Mingfeng became the first marshal in the history of the empire.

When he received the appointment, he still didn't smile, and he didn't smile as before.

I went back to Emperor Star to attend the award ceremony.The Hurricane Legion has expanded several times, with countless elites and tens of millions of supplies. As the hero of the empire and the most popular new marshal, He Mingfeng's side is not as popular as people think. He still lives in the simple headquarters. On the camp bed, an old cat that sleeps more than wakes up is lying on its lap.

The Marshal's private life is extremely boring, and his only pleasure is fighting. In fact, fighting is far from He Mingfeng's pleasure, it's just a way for him to divert his attention.For four years, he has not received any news about Shen Liangyue, and his life is becoming more and more boring day by day. He is not yet 30 years old, and there is a dull and boring twilight in his expression.Occasionally, He Mingfeng would feel that it would be better if the alliance's shells could be fired more on time, and to end his delusions and pain neatly, would be better than being tormented by deep-seated thoughts every day.

He clearly felt that he was dying slowly, his breath smelled of decay, and most of his internal organs seemed to be rotten.He Mingfeng didn't know whether it would be Xueqiu who died first, or himself first. In the past few years, he and the cat depended on each other for life. Maybe after sending Xueqiu away, he would also die in a battle.

Will Shen Liangyue feel sorry for him?He wanted him to be sad, but he didn't want him to be sad.

He Mingfeng sat on the leather chair in the headquarters with his head propped up. After finishing the combat deployment, he closed his eyes and took a nap tiredly. The rabbit apple on the desk had turned rusty and yellow.As the sky was getting darker, the door of the headquarters was quietly opened, and the smell of omega pheromones permeated the air, a kind of sweet floral fragrance that seemed to be absent.

The silver-haired omega crawled into the marshal's office on all fours like a light-footed cat. He was beautiful and slender, and his newly dyed silver hair made his complexion as white as jade.Tonight, he was a "surprise" presented to the marshal by someone who wanted to curry favor with He Mingfeng. He looked up at the closed-eyed alpha on the leather chair, and his heartbeat gradually became faster. The marshal himself was even more handsome than he looked on TV, which made him hate Can't stick out the pink tongue to lick the shiny over-the-knee army boots.

Tall, handsome and powerful, Omega was raised as a plaything to curry favor with the rich and powerful. He thought he would be sent to a fat-headed bald congressman. He never dreamed that he would be lucky enough to be selected to spend time with the young marshal who was obsessed with everyone. Spring night.Gently trembling fingers reached for He Mingfeng's belt. Before he could smell the alpha pheromone, his cheeks were hot and his hands and feet were already weak.

"Who sent you here?"

He knelt at He Mingfeng's feet in a flustered state of mind, deliberately lowered his eyes, revealing his

Looking at his most beautiful side face, he tremblingly said: "Marshal...please...please accept me..."

He Mingfeng opened his eyes, his breathing stagnated slightly, and there was a chilling coldness when he rang again, "Have you ever been with others?"

"No!" Omega said anxiously, "Marshal, I'm clean!"

"When did you dye your hair?"

"Yesterday...hey, how did you know it was dyed?"

Omega watched He Mingfeng take out the silver cigarette case from his arms, and kept rubbing it with his slender fingers. The marshal looked down at him with light brown eyes, and there was an indescribable sadness and sadness in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the aloof alpha sigh deeply and light a cigarette, "Go back and dye your hair back tomorrow."

"Marshal, don't you like me?" Omega's heart tightened and his face turned pale with fright. He reached out and hugged He Mingfeng's boots, stammering and pleading: "I can't go back like this...they won't let me go, Marshal , those people might kill me! Please, please help me..."

He stared at the flashing red dot of the cigarette butt almost in despair. If he was "returned" in this way, the person who sent him would be furious. The lives of people like them are worthless, and they can only pray for a little pity and mercy from the higher-ups .

Omega watched helplessly as He Mingfeng extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and lit another, and finally heard Alpha say slowly in a voice more erratic than smoke: "Go to sleep on the bed over there, remember?" Stay, turn your back to me, and don't make a sound."

As if he had been pardoned, he quickly wrapped himself in a quilt and lay down on the bed.After a little relaxation, Omega began to look forward to the sound of footsteps behind him. He could feel that He Mingfeng had been watching his back, but the bewildered Alpha sat on the leather chair all night without moving, just walking one after another. smokes.

In the thicker and thicker smell of smoke, the disappointed Omega fell asleep. In the trance, he heard a long sigh, and almost inaudible suppressed sobs—or maybe he was dreaming.

Early the next morning, He Mingfeng asked his secretary to send him away from the frontline barracks.

"Then, goodbye." The young marshal in his neat military uniform nodded to him as usual, and then lowered his head to look at the newly delivered heavy materials.

But omega knew they would never meet again.

The door of the office was closed, He Mingfeng rubbed the sore brows, he felt very sad, knowing that it was just a fake, he couldn't help staring at the silver-haired back all night in a daze.The silver hair in his memory is much more beautiful than the brilliance deliberately dyed, but He Mingfeng doesn't know that he still has hair.

Can he live to the day when he reunites with Shen Liangyue, maybe tomorrow he will die on the battlefield, take advantage of this night, let him take another look, even if it is a fake.

He Mingfeng knew very well in his heart that Shen Liangyue was Shen Liangyue, no one could be like him, how could the firefly and the moon be compared?The counterfeit can't really comfort his empty and heavy heart, and he has no intention of playing the boring stand-in game, which will only remind He Mingfeng repeatedly of what he missed.

The reluctant omega was forced by the secretary to change his hair color. He didn't know why the marshal cared so much about his hair, but after spending the night together, omega had already vaguely guessed who He Mingfeng was looking at through him.

Who is that person?He couldn't help being a little jealous, although He Mingfeng didn't touch him, but Omega had already secretly expressed his love for this handsome and mysterious imperial marshal.If only he knew who that person was, he could work hard to imitate him, maybe He Mingfeng would look at him differently because of this?What would it be like to be hugged by such a powerful alpha, he might faint from happiness!

The naive Omega has always had this kind of fantasy, until one day, when he saw the headline photo on Starnet, he suddenly realized that the person in He Mingfeng's heart was someone he could never imitate—that person who was born noble and different from him. Like cloud mud.

The person in the photo has dazzling silver hair, which is definitely not acquired. He is surrounded by people with his eyes slightly lowered. He is so beautiful that there is no embellishment. Return to Emperor Star!"

The author has something to say: Another day, limit operation 12 before 2333:[-]

感谢在2020-06-2423:57:53~2020-06-2623:55:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 2 old snows from the old city; Congratulations to the coffee in Laodoufu, 45512427, Qianlan, Zhouzhou 1;

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