Major General, he is showing affection again

Rewind time to three hours ago

Garcia sat by the window, a room on the second floor of the Governor's Mansion.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a bedroom rather than a reception room. Whose family will put a bed in the reception room.

The slender fingertips tapped the white round table regularly, and only the sound of rattling echoed in the quiet room.

The governor of Ziler personally came to the door and sent him a greeting card, saying that he had important matters to discuss, and he took himself to this room and left.

Garcia picked up the cup on the tea tray, a few light yellow flowers bloomed on the jade white porcelain bottom.It has been half an hour, and there is no second person in this room. Zilaer took the trouble to drag himself here. Could it be that he did something?

Garcia didn't notice that at this moment, a pair of eyes hiding behind the crack of the door revealed a strange light.

He drank it, Garcia drank the pot of tea! !

Lilith breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and the hands clasped in front of her chest because of nervousness also dropped to her side.

At this time, you can't escape even if you have wings.She looked at Garcia inside the door, as if looking at a moving diamond treasure house, with undisguised fanaticism and ambition in her eyes.

The maid on the side leaned over like a dog: "Congratulations, miss, you will soon be the young lady of the Lawrence family."

Lilith proudly puffed out her chest, as if at this moment, she had become the mistress of the Lawrence family, the mistress of the top wealthy family in the empire. From then on, she could do anything and everything, and everyone would act according to her face.

Lilith brushed her hair, making sure that she was the most beautiful at this time.Shi Shiran pushed open the carved door of Yuebai.

*******

Garcia shook his head vigorously. Following his movement, the long blond hair slid down from his shoulders and fell to his chest like flowing water.

The scene in the room is blurry, is the light dimmed?Still my eyes are blurred.

Garcia tried to open his eyes, but his efforts were doomed to be fruitless.

Not only the room in front of him, but also his consciousness gradually blurred.

It's so hot, why is it so hot today.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, the kind of little flames that burned his body gently but slowly, making people want to strip off his clothes immediately and jump into the lake to feel refreshed a joy.

The scorching heat swept through his whole body, and even the pair of cold and pure blue gemstones were covered with a layer of brilliance.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the wet shirt stuck to his body, which made Garcia wake up a bit.

Suddenly, another person appeared in front of him.

Garcia's eyes were blurred, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of amorous feelings: "Quentin, when did you come?"

"Quentin" had a strange expression, paused in his footsteps, and still walked towards him without saying a word, gently wrapped his arms around his neck, and brought him into his arms.

Drowsy, Garcia didn't care to think about why Quentin would appear in Ziler's mansion when he was on vacation, and why he became so gentle.The fact that Quentin showed up when he needed him the most was enjoyable enough in itself.

The cold fingers slid across the chest, and when they reached the bump on one side, they paused deliberately, and slid across the little red bean on purpose.

Garcia's throbbing heart trembled comfortably.

Sharp nails were not as dangerous as daggers, but they brought him an equally deadly pleasure.Dangerous and depressing.

Garcia wondered in a daze, when did Quentin grow such long nails.

A pair of soft little hands took Garcia's hand and guided it to cover a group of semicircular protrusions.

Under the palm is a mass of soft, warm, soft.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt hit Garcia's head.

This is clearly a woman, this person is not Quentin!

Everyone is nostalgic for the indulgent tenderness, but Garcia regained some clarity.

Garcia flipped his wrist, and pushed the woman stuck to him out with force.

"Ah!" A panicked female voice came from next to my ear, followed by the sound of a body falling heavily, mixed with the sound of crumbling porcelain, and the crackling of tables and chairs falling to the ground.

Garcia's face was stern, and he held his aching head with his hands.The moment he pushed Lilith away, his head seemed to explode.

A strange feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

The beast in the cage waved its sharp claws, aimed at the crumbling prison door, ready to go, waiting to give it the most fatal blow.

The scene in front of me flew by quickly, and it seemed to return to that frantic night on the martial arts arena.

He didn't tell Quentin that the riot 13 years ago had induced a lesion in his spiritual consciousness. If it was serious, he might be disabled for life.From then on, he rarely used his mental power again.Also gave up his favorite blue night rose.

In the past, Garcia liked to brew a cup of rose tea, hold an ancient book in his hand, and bathe in the sun.

The dense scent of roses wafted out from the spilled tea. This seemingly weak flower turned into claws and sharp blades at this moment.Garcia was firmly trapped.

The manic factor is rioting, and the flower of evil quietly protrudes from the dark corner.

Garcia mobilized all his strength and tried his best to regain his fading sanity.His eyes were full of blood, and he stared at Lilith fiercely: "What did you give me to drink?"

Lilith's eyes were full of fanaticism, obviously, she hadn't realized what was wrong with Garcia.

Lilith wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips, and slowly approached Garcia: "It's powder that makes people happy, bear with it, after today, no one will be able to separate us again."

"You and I are like roses and land; sabers and scabbards; mechas and mecha warriors. We are a natural pair. I am the eldest lady of the Ziler family. I have the vast red wolf galaxy and Countless wealth. I am the most suitable for your marriage partner, Quentin, that poor ruffian, besides good-looking, what else can compare to me. "

Garcia hated two things most in his life: one was forced marriage; the other was someone insulting Quentin in front of him.Whoever dared to bring up one of these two things would be enough for Garcia to overthrow the table. Lilith was so stupid and bold that she exposed both of them, and she chose to pick Garcia on the verge of losing control.

Strands of mental power turned into tangible entities, and Garcia's whole body shone with an icy blue halo.Like a long thin thread.

After Lilith finished speaking, the ice blue around Garcia's body instantly turned into a bloodthirsty bright red. Garcia's mental power soared, and instantly changed from a light rain like a needle hair needle to a torrential thunderstorm.

Under such a manic and terrifying power, the furniture and decorations in the room instantly turned into powder.The bright yellow curtains hanging high caught fire and fell down.

Garcia threw the woman in front of her again: "Lilith, I have never seen such a fool as you."

After speaking, he jumped straight from the window.

******

There was the clear sound of birdsong in the air.

Quentin raised his head, the peacock's eyes glowed green, like a drunk old driver, rampaging and flying straight towards the west.

A bunch of question marks popped up on Quentin's head, and he didn't even change the position of holding the cigarette in his hand: Mechs are also drunk these days?

The mechs of the Interstellar Voyage are all equipped with a highly intelligent operating system, like the Peacock and Ice Wolf, the processors in the cores are all super-capacity 64-core, and they are all specially processed to be waterproof, electricity-proof and crash-proof .

Don't talk about getting drunk, thank God they don't force people to death on the wine table.

Mechas can't get drunk, but people who pilot them can?

My god Okan, Garcia won't be drunk and use the brake as the accelerator, right?

Quentin threw away the cigarette in his hand: "You can drink enough to get drunk in one cup, what kind of hero are you going to be?" Quentin complained about Garcia, but the slightly trembling arm hidden in the long sleeve betrayed him.

What a joke, Garcia doesn't know how to drink. In the past, he coaxed Garcia to drink because he was greedy for fun. As a result, this guy lay down on the table before finishing a drink and passed out.In the end, he carried him home by himself.

If it wasn't for drinking, who would watch him bumping into the hill.

Something was wrong with Garcia.

Quentin jumped off the railing. There are too many people in this place, and the ice wolf cannot be summoned, otherwise all the years of painstaking efforts will be in vain.Quentin looked up, there it is!

There happened to be a cool Martha parked in the parking space in front of the store. This is this year's new sports car, which can be used by sea, land and air.

Quentin had no time to think about other things, and got into the white Martha.

As soon as his hand held the doorknob, it was held down by another pair of hands.

Quentin looked up along the arm, and it was Simon's stern look and the light-colored thin lips that were tightly pressed because of grievance.

"You promised to accompany me to see my brother today."

After hearing this, Quentin almost wanted to hold Simon's shoulder and growl: "What time is it, can you distinguish the priorities."

"I'm in a hurry today, so I'll visit your home another day." Quentin said patiently, suppressing the anxiety and worry in his heart.

The car door that had just been opened was slammed shut again: "I know you are looking for Garcia Lawrence,"

"It's him every time. Every time he has something to do, you run over regardless. Are you a bitch? He doesn't want you anymore, and you keep posting it over and over again!"

Quentin said that he has nothing to do with Garcia, but since Garcia appeared on the Red Wolf Star, Quentin has never taken his eyes off him.

Even when the name Garcia was mentioned, the words were full of warmth, and people became animated.

Simon was very angry, originally all this should be his, if Garcia did not show up.

Quentin's departure became the final fuse, and the anger and hatred accumulated over the past few months broke out completely at this moment!

"Between him and me, who do you choose? If you don't tell the result of this matter today, you don't want to go anywhere."

Simon, the gentle and calm gentleman in the past, disappeared without a trace, leaving only the grumpy husband in front of him, yes, the grudge.

Quentin frowned, Simon seemed to have misunderstood something.

He filtered out the past ten years like a flashlight in his mind. From now on, he thinks that he has not done anything to cause misunderstanding, except for the time at the base fellowship party, in order to deceive Garcia, he let Simon pretend to be himself. Boy friend.

"Simon, you're different from him," Quentin's deep voice was cold and pleasant to the ear, like the sound of pearls hitting each other under the night wind.

Simon was overjoyed, but when he heard it again, the other party continued: "I have always regarded you as a friend. If I said something that misunderstood you, here, I apologize to you,"

There was an unshakable determination in Quentin's expression, like a peerless sword that had been polished repeatedly, and he slowly uttered his oath: "Garcia is the only love in my life, and I am willing to give up everything for him, including myself life."

Simon's heart was half cold, and in an instant, he fell from the scorching summer to the cold winter.

It turns out that all of this is just my own wishful thinking?

Simon lost all his strength and fell to the ground weakly, not even noticing when Quentin had left beside him.

The sky was completely dark, and after an unknown period of time, the light brain in Simon's hand lit up flickeringly.

The session initiator on the screen shows Sybi.

Brother, didn't he go back to the research institute?

What can you do with me so late?

Although my elder brother doesn't see him a few times on weekdays, Simon knows that his every move is under the control of the other party, and he is a ruthless character.

There was once a subordinate who was shot and killed by him because he went in to report something while he was listening to a play.

Simon didn't dare to neglect, he quickly adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and turned on the communication.

It was still the familiar V-shaped smiling face: "Good evening, my dear brother." Sibby greeted Simon with a smile, but there was no emotion in her voice.

Looking at the listless Simon on the opposite side: "My dear brother, who made you angry, tell brother, I will kill him for you."

Kill Quentin?

Hearing this, Simon became anxious, without thinking too much, he blurted out: "No, don't hurt him!"

Sibi on the opposite side shook her shoulders, and her smile trembled wildly: "I scare you. When you were young, every time you saw other people's children holding beautiful toys in their hands, you would show this expression. Tell me, you see Who did you fuck? I'll send him to your bed."

Speaking of childhood, Sibby seems to be a good brother who cares about his younger brother again.

Simon didn't want him to know about Quentin's existence. His big brother, with his extreme personality, would never allow anyone who violated his will to exist, not even himself.

In his heart, power and status are far more important than his own brother. Although he loves himself, he loves power more.

Both Xibi and Quentin are people who talk about each other. If he knows about Quentin's existence, the two of them will definitely fight hard, and even...

Simon subconsciously wanted to conceal Quentin's existence: "You came to me so late, you didn't just want to care about which girl I fell in love with?"

Xibi smiled and lifted her chin: "Is it a girl? Not bad, bring me home someday and let me have a look."

"By the way, the person who sneaked into the bar last time has been found. It's your old acquaintance."

Speaking of this matter, Simon's expression was terrified. A fly had entered his lair, but he didn't find it.

A three-dimensional three-dimensional projection was displayed on the screen of the communicator, a neat white military uniform, a button-sized gold medal pinned to the left chest, and the Karaka on it was lifelike, as if it would break through the screen in the next second and fly into the sky.

Simon stared at the handsome and handsome officer on the screen with resentment in his eyes: "Garcia Lawrence."

Sure enough, Yuanjia Road is narrow, this person is simply out of character with me, every time he appears, there must be no good things.

"The gene was extracted from the blood left by the research institute, and his appearance was restored,"

"Are we going to kill him?"

Sibby shook his head: "The research institute found that Garcia Lawrence's genes are very wonderful. His genes contain extremely powerful spiritual power. What has been developed now is just the tip of the iceberg. And it is similar to the Austrian we captured before. Compared with Kan fighters, his recovery ability is also extremely strong. He may be, in the history of Okan, except for Fred I, the strongest warrior. When he met such a baby, the old men in the research institute were so happy that they almost went crazy .”

While saying this, Sibi suddenly moved closer to the screen: "The latest order from the Federation is to abandon the hunt for Nick Warren. The new prey is Garcia Lawrence, and he must be brought back to the Federation alive."

Simon didn't turn the corner for a while, and in his opinion, this was unbelievable.

The person they want to arrest is the general of the Okan Empire. This person is an S-level strong man, and the personal guards are A-level. He returns to his territory.

What an amazing brain circuit to think of this trick.

The capture of Nick Valen last time had already attracted the attention of the Okan Empire. If the major general of the Okan Empire is captured this time, Fred I may be attracted.

If they are completely exposed, the Federation will definitely push them out as scapegoats!

Simon couldn't say enough: "But, but, Sibby, in case, in case we,"

"This is an order from the Institute, and no one can disobey it! General Barley has already led the fleet to set off, and he will help us when necessary."

"Simon, we have no retreat, let's go!"

"But, Sibby, if the matter is exposed, the entire Bray family will be wiped out."

"Family?" Simon clearly heard Sibby's disdainful snort: "What is the Bray family? Only you are the most important. The Federation is going to be a hostage, has he managed our lives?"

Mentioning the father of his and Siby's titular father, Grand Duke Bray, Simon was silent.

He and Sibby were the offspring of Old Bray's drunkenness. Although the illegitimate son was disgraceful, he managed to live with his mother anyway.

That year, Old Bray made a mistake that was enough to kill the whole family, and it fell into the hands of people from the Saint-Wei Federation, who wanted Old Bray's son.

But at this time, the father who ignored them remembered the two of them.

It's ridiculous~

There was a brief silence on both ends of the communicator.

It was Sibi who spoke first: "Simon, let's do it. In case the matter is revealed, there will be Ziler. At that time, he will be accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and murdering the major general of the army."

******

The peacock's eyes glowed green, and the two beams of light aimed at the white Martha behind him, and shot them out mercilessly.

The white car burst into flames and fell to the ground.

The moment the laser cannon hit Martha, a black figure jumped out of the car.

Quentin stepped on Martha's silver shell, and with the help of his toes, he stood firmly on a protruding stone with two jumps.

This is a mountain in the outskirts, the surroundings are quiet, and Garcia's rampant mental coercion scares away all nearby creatures.

Here, only the two of them.

The cold wind rolled up the dust on the ground, spinning it in a circle.

Quiet, eerily quiet.

Garcia stared coldly at the black-haired man opposite, this was the second time, this black-haired man blocked his way, what on earth was he trying to do!

Two rows of black gun barrels were exposed under the blue wings.

Since he refuses to give way, I will step over his corpse!

Garcia looked stern, and pulled the peacock's joystick.

The scorching fire and light flickered, and it was about to be ejected from the muzzle in the next second.

There was a drop of sweat on Quentin's forehead, and at the critical moment, his brain was functioning at an unprecedented high speed.

Garcia was manipulating the peacock, and he was only using his bare hands. If this continued, he would sooner or later become cannon fodder for the peacock.

Fierce sparks shot out from the muzzle under the peacock's wings.

Only with that method.

Garcia pressed the launch button expressionlessly.

Quentin raised his left hand against the peacock's muzzle.

The silver wrist made a rustling sound in the strong wind, and the brilliance of moonlight flowed in it.

Peacock's laser cannon seemed to be misfired, and the destructive light only showed its head, and there was no more movement.

"What's going on, Peacock? Are you mentally retarded this time or is your computer dead?"

Peacock:……

Peacock was very upset. As the only sober mecha present, it desperately hoped that it would short-circuit or crash at this time.

Two ferocious spiritual forces wrestled in the peacock's control center.

On one side is my kiss master, but kiss master seems to have short-circuited his head today. In human terms, his brain is flooded; on the other side is a force as powerful as his master, and it looks delicious.

The Orcan people worship the strong by nature, and the mechs designed by them are no exception.

This spiritual force is really delicious, rich and delicious, with a few hints of familiar taste.This man's blood must be delicious.

I don't know which one is better than the energy flow of No. 85?

The peacock almost controlled himself with difficulty, not rushing to hug Quentin's thigh.

Garcia focused all his attention on the battle for the control room.

Ice and fire, light and darkness, two diametrically opposed elements cannot coexist, and there can only be one final victor.

There was a slight coolness on the cheek.

Garcia froze.

Just now, the other party's mental power licked him?

As if to test this idea, Garcia's faint chuckle sounded in his ear.

Ruffian, bad.

The Orkans use spiritual power to fight, smelt, and create mechs.No one has ever thought of using spiritual power to heal.

Peacock was completely shocked, what kind of man is this!

Don't forget to tease when fighting on the battlefield.Quentin is definitely a flirtatious master, are you stunned without seeing my master?

Just focus on this point, and I will firmly stand for Quentin to win when the two of them quarrel!

My master, who is as simple as a piece of paper, how could he win against an experienced old driver.

Peacock bounced Garcia out, turned back to the size of a palm, stretched out his legs, and decisively played dead.

"Gacy!"

Quentin saw that Garcia was in free fall and wanted to fly down. With force on his toes, he rushed towards Garcia.

He stretched out his arms, trying to catch him before he hit the ground.

Soon, soon!

A touch of white fell to the ground rapidly from midair, and the moment Quentin touched the corner of his clothes, Garcia revealed the dagger in his sleeve.

The distance between the two of them was getting closer, and it was too late to retreat.

The sharp blade is only one step away from me!

Quentin raised his arm, and the silver wristband on his wrist made a crisp sound.

With a bang, it turned into two halves and fell to the ground.

Garcia missed a hit. He threw his foot towards Quentin's arm, made a twist in the air, did a backflip, and landed firmly on the ground.

Silver light rose from under Quentin's feet, slowly enveloping him in it.

Garcia looked suspiciously at Quentin in front of him. The black military boots were well wrapped up to the calves, and the dark green trousers were tucked into the trousers properly.Nothing changes.

wrong!Garcia leaned forward slightly, his body tensed into a fully drawn bow.

Quentin slowly lowered the arm blocking his eyes,

His eyes, pupils as bright as obsidian, turned into golden vertical pupils.

Golden vertical pupils, the golden vertical pupils that only people in the royal family have.

A flash of lightning flashed across, bringing a moment of light.

Quentin's face strangely overlapped with another face in memory.

He finally knew who Quentin looked like. His appearance was clearly carved out of the same mold as Fred I.

The fighting spirit in Garcia's eyes became stronger. The Okan royal family was brave and good at fighting, and he always wanted to find an opportunity to learn from each other.When the royal family came to Fred's generation, there were only one Fred I left.

He can't run to challenge his immediate boss.

This time, they can finally have a hearty fight.

Legend has it that the royal family of Fred has special powers and can even control people's minds.

A more powerful and oppressive mental force slowly spread out, covering this area.

Quentin's mental power constructed an area that enveloped himself and Garcia.

The violent mental power is like two fierce beasts fighting in a bloody battle, and the fighting spirit and killing are full of this area.

The sky was covered with red clouds, and lightning as thick as a baby's arm emerged from the clouds.

Quentin had his usual smile on his face: "Honey, why are you still so misbehaving? Do you have to make me cry to be obedient?"

******

In the night, a huge golden eagle and an ice-blue wolf stood opposite each other, and the enormous coercion made people breathless.Occasionally, golden and blue filaments are blown away by the wind and dance randomly in the wind.

In the eyes of the people who eat melons, this is a very romantic scene. A pair of Bi people stand opposite each other, and sparks are flying around.

But, if there is a third Orcan present at this time, he will drag you away mercilessly and warn you not to get close to these two people within 3000 meters.

Because, their coming-of-age ceremony has started.

Garcia's mental power soared out of control, and this manic emotion was also transmitted to Quentin. If the restriction on Quentin's body was still there, he could barely avoid it. However, Garcia's wrist, which was used as a sealing medium, was chopped off by Garcia. up.

The eagle in golden armor took the lead in attacking, its barb-like claws aimed at the silver wolf's neck and grabbed it fiercely.

The moment the sharp claw touched the silver wolf's throat, the giant silver wolf disappeared. Just like that, it disappeared before its eyes, as if it had never appeared before.

In the next second, a sharp wolf claw protruded from the clouds, and the giant silver wolf jumped up and landed on Karaka's back.

Like a silver shooting star, Garcia's scimitar flew far away.

Garcia shook his numb arm, raised his leg and greeted Quentin's face.

Wolf beasts are known for their agility and speed, and this advantage was brought to the extreme by Quentin.

Garcia couldn't even see Quentin's figure clearly, so he could barely lock onto Quentin's afterimage by relying on his mental perception.

Almost as soon as a drop of water landed, Quentin quickly dodged Garcia's attack.The next second, Garcia opened his eyes wide in disbelief!

In front of him was an enlarged version of Quentin's handsome face, with the corners of his lips curled up, showing a bit of evil.

Quentin held Garcia's ankle with one hand, and the other hand naturally walked up the slender thigh.

The moment he was caught, Garcia's body trembled violently, and a faint groan escaped from his lips.

He put his hand on the other's broad shoulders, and there was a sudden and powerful pulse under his palm.The distance between the two was so close that he could even feel the other's fiery chest hidden under the white military lining.

This person must be mine!

Garcia flicked his wrist and ripped off Quentin's shirt.

He lit up his sharp canine teeth and bit down on Quentin's chest!

Are you kidding me, I'm so handsome, eight feet tall, with big weapons and good skills, and Okan can't find a second one.If labor and capital are under pressure, Kiss Garcia will never experience sexual happiness again in this life.

This guy, Quentin was forced to give up his hands.

A sly smile flashed in Garcia's eyes, he was tricked, this guy!

As soon as Quentin withdrew his arm, he met Garcia's attack.

The torn shirt was twisted into a rope by Garcia, and it moved flexibly on Quentin's arm.

Garcia punched Quentin in the stomach, and Quentin fell hard.

Quentin's hands were tightly bound in front of his chest, his upper body was covered with scars, and only a pair of trousers were left, which were slanted on his body.

His eyes were red, he was panting heavily, and he fell on his back into the mud.

Garcia looked down at the opponent from a high position, and straddled the opponent with a brisk stride, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his aquamarine eyes slowly burst into radiance.

He reached out and patted Quentin's cheek: "Lie down obediently and don't move! Just one, one will be fine, I will make you very comfortable."

Quentin spat, with a trademark smile still on his face: "Garcia, are you so wordy on the battlefield?"

Garcia's eyebrows frowned in confusion and formed the word "Chuan".

The person under him gave a charming smile, showing eight front teeth in a standard way: "Do you know that losers die because of talking too much?"

"I'm not a loser, you are."

"No, you are. The result is written by the winner, and the winner is me." After saying this, Quentin attacked again!

One leg was pinned to Garcia's neck, and he was pulled back violently.

Quentin put one leg across Garcia's neck. At this time, the positions of hunter and prey were completely reversed.

Quentin held Garcia down with one hand, and rubbed Garcia's waist with the other.

A belt was pulled out and appeared on Garcia's wrist.

Quentin raised Garcia's hands above his head and tied them firmly to the dead wood behind him.

Garcia's body was forced to rise like a fully drawn bow.A layer of thin clouds was cast over the jade-white body, and even the corners of the eyes showed a little bit of charm.

The whole person arched into an incredible arc, which seemed more like catering to the person on the body.

"rogue!"

Quentin squeezed Garcia's face with a smile, and was satisfied to see the other's handsome face turned into a fleshy white bun with two pleats: "My dear, in a fight, as long as you win in the end."

"Don't worry, you will be crying and begging me, a big rascal, in a while."

After saying this, Quentin showed his sharp fangs, and bit the most tender piece of soft meat in Garcia's heart.

The blue gem in Garcia's eyes lost its spirit, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

It was as if he had seen the god of death.

All the blood in his body rushed to the place where the two were joined, his mental power was rapidly draining, and even his consciousness began to blur.

Countless pasts came one after another, and many scenes appeared like a revolving lantern in front of my eyes, including my father, Nick, and more of that person.

Played skipping school with him, fought monsters, and had sex with him.

If I can never see that person again, if I can never walk with him under the cherry blossom tree again.

no, do not want.He doesn't want to go to a world without Quentin.

The fear of death hit his heart, he tried hard to push away the monster in front of him, but his stiff fingers couldn't exert any strength, and the black shadow in front of him was as solid as a rock, motionless.

In the darkness, someone gently kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Just bear with it, bear with it, and you'll be fine soon, Garcia."

A delicate little purple flower swayed and popped out tremblingly on this rainy night.

The fog in front of his eyes dissipated, and at the end of his line of sight was Quentin's resolute face.