Kill the Tyrant [Interstellar]

Cecil's footsteps stopped, and his back seemed to freeze at the same time. After a few seconds, he turned around slowly, with an indescribable expression, and said, "Caroline, do you think this is playing house? "

Caroline opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, she didn't explain anything, and whispered: "I'm not joking."

Cecil then scolded, "How can I trust you?"

"I...I can't tell you right now." Caroline said, feeling ridiculous to herself, and finally shook her head, as if she stopped communicating with others.

Cecil paused, and said in a cold voice: "Caroline, you always say nothing at critical moments, how do I know what you think?" As she spoke, her words were slightly sarcastic: "Eddie used to say But it seems true that you have mental problems."

After speaking, Cecil turned around and strode away without waiting for Caroline to speak again.Caroline, who was standing there, was stunned for a while, watching Cecil's back. The figure standing alone in front of the small villa was particularly lonely and desolate.

On the way back, Cecil felt more and more absurd as he thought about it. The easing relationship between Caroline and Eddie had already made him extra vigilant, and Caroline's ambiguous attitude made his trust in Caroline almost drop to negative number.Is Eddie a child? Will he be manipulated at will if he loses his memory?Cecil thought mockingly.His prudence is destined not to trust Caroline easily.

Passing by Mayer's room, Cecil caught a ray of warm light emerging from the crack of the door. After hesitating for a moment, Cecil quietly pushed open the door and leaned halfway in. Meyer was sitting at the desk with his head propped up, Since only a small light was turned on, Meyer's expression was dim in the large area of ​​darkness.

Cecil said, "Mayer, why aren't you asleep?"

Meyer's shoulders shook violently, as if awakened, he suddenly turned his head to look at the door, stared at Cecil for a long time before realizing that he was talking to himself, and said dimly: "Oh, I woke up in the middle of the night and got up to drink some water. "

Meyer's voice was dry and hoarse, and his expression was sluggish. Cecil worried: "Have a good rest, you can't take the assessment with illness, you know?"

Meyer: "Well, I'm going to sleep."

Cecil wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't speak, closed the door and left.

Meyer was still sitting in the chair, pressing his fingers between his brows, thinking of the lingering nightmare that seemed to be rooted in his mind just now, he even wanted to pierce his head, dig out the brain and throw it away!

To be more precise, it was not actually a nightmare, but a charming dream with a rain of wisteria flowers. When this dream appeared in his dream for the first time a week ago, it was like a soldering iron, which was firmly imprinted on him. In the depths of his heart, he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

The flickering lights and shadows in the wisteria trellis, the figure in the deep seat with a sweeter body than the wisteria flowers, all these are like poppies bewitching Meyer, as long as she falls into that dream, Meyer will not be able to control it Step forward, embrace the person whose face cannot be seen clearly, and enjoy the joy.

For a week, every night, Meyer would sweat profusely and leave that purple dream suddenly, her heart beating wildly, deep in her veins, the genes belonging to her Alpha nature were about to move, hungry, thirsty and restless, that illusory dream couldn't satisfy her at all The emptiness in his heart, he desperately needs a real channel to vent.

At Meyer's young age, there was nothing embarrassing about dreaming about such things.What made him unbearable anyway was that the only person he had ever accompanied in the wisteria flower stand was the emperor.Why did Meyer's dream appear in that place every time?So subtle and indescribable, even though Meyer tried his best to resist the subconscious and not think about deep-seated things, he just couldn't control it, and couldn't help but frightened imagination. Could it be that the person he was holding was the emperor?

In the son's spring|dream, the father in the sense of blood may appear. The relationship between the two people in the past was almost the same, and it will never change for the better because of the emperor's amnesia.What does this mean? Meyer didn't dare to think deeply. He himself completely denied the absurd little flame first. The supreme pleasure he experienced in the dream, only deep shame and extreme disgust after waking up from the dream .

What made Meyer even more unacceptable was that just recalling the fiery scene in the dream for a while, his nerve endings began to tremble with excitement, and the unknown fire in his body burned even more vigorously.

Meyer's fist hit the table with a "boom!", and rushed into the bathroom again to extinguish the imminent desire with cold water.When he came out again, after a week of "nightmare", Meyer didn't even dare to lie down on the bed again, and sat back at the table again until dawn.

During breakfast, Cecil still noticed Mayer's abnormality.

Meyer seems to be very energetic, but his eyes are deeply tired, the dark circles under his eyes are wider than the previous two days, his lips are tightly lined, and his whole body is like a fully drawn bow and taut strings, as if Always be on guard against some invisible opponent.For Meyer, who has always been excellent in all aspects of physical and mental qualities, this is really abnormal. Cecil worried: "Mayer, are you uncomfortable?"

Meyer didn't move at all, and it took two or three seconds to react, a little confused: "Huh? Oh... no, I'm fine."

Cecil frowned: "Because of the assessment?"

Meyer rubbed his forehead very wearily: "No, it's my own fault. You don't have to worry."

Observing carefully, the veins on the back of Meyer's hands were bulging, as if he was trying to hold back something. Cecil thought that Meyer had encountered an unsolvable difficulty, and said with displeasure and worry, "Even I can't tell?"

Unable to control it, Meyer suddenly slapped the dining table and said loudly, "No!"

The two of them were stunned for a moment. After a while, Meyer dodged his eyes and said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak loudly."

Meyer's yell made his eyes bloodshot, and Cecil finally grasped the point: "Are you in heat?"

Meyer was extremely reluctant to bring up the subject: "You don't say any more."

Cecil wondered: "This is not something to be ashamed of, why didn't you tell me? If you don't want to have a partner now, no one will force you."

But a misty figure hidden behind layers of wisteria flashed in front of Meyer's eyes. He secretly bit the tip of his tongue, used the pain to get rid of his trance, and said word by word: "I said, don't talk anymore, okay?"

"Why?" Cecil was unwilling to let go, "Could it be that someone lured you with Omega pheromones?"

Alpha is in heat, and in severe cases, it will be accompanied by various violent tendencies. Meyer is already on the verge of erupting again, but he knows that he cannot be controlled by such inferior emotions, and his fists on the table are creaking and trembling slightly , gritted his teeth, and forced himself to never vent negative emotions to Cecil.

Cecil's slightly cold fingertips pressed Mayer's hand, and he stopped asking aggressively, and said softly: "I'll get you the inhibitor, okay? You can't go on like this."

Meyer closed his eyes heavily, took a deep breath, calmed down the tyranny in his heart, opened his eyes and forced a smile, and said firmly: "No, I can do it myself, if I can't rely on myself to solve it, then what is the use of me? "

For three consecutive days, the sun was shining brightly during the day, but there was no moonlight at night. Looking from the window, there was no wind in the empty garden. The flowers and plants nearby, the trees in the distance, and even the small insects hidden in the branches and leaves were frozen. The whole space seemed to be dead.Wu Xin realized that it was abnormal, is something going to happen?

Wu Xin lay back on the bed sullenly, with her head resting on her arms, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, an unexpected hurricane blew from the tightly closed window, and the curtains remained motionless, but Wu Xin did hear the sharp cry, he sat up suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, there was a standing beside his bed. A thin and hale figure, upon closer inspection, turned out to be Wu Xin's grandfather!

Wu Ji was dressed in an iron-gray coarse cloth robe, which made him look even more bony, with a pair of black eyes calm and indifferent, as if they carried infinite wisdom beyond the universe, and his smooth white hair, which was ten feet long, lay at his feet, winding like a luminous galaxy.

Wu Xin was almost knocked out by the surprise that fell from the sky, he knew that grandpa would come to him!Wu Xin shouted happily: "Grandpa!" He opened his arms and pounced on him.

But in the next second, Wu Xin didn't pounce on his grandfather, but passed through Wu Ji's body, and fell onto the carpet with a thud!

Wu Xin was also stunned, maintaining a weird frog-like posture, staring blankly at Wu Ji: "Grandpa?"

Wu Ji's old voice sounded: "Silly boy..."

Wu Xin slapped his head, only to realize that this was the spiritual shooting technique used by his grandfather, and what was in front of him was just a phantom of Wu Ji.Wu Xin immediately got up and knelt down to Wu Ji's feet, just like he used to do when he was a child, reaching out his hand to pull Wu Ji's clothes, but he stretched out his hand and realized that this was not the real grandfather. Wu Xin felt aggrieved, "Grandpa...I really want to go home."

Wu Ji seemed to have anticipated Wu Xin's situation, and said in a deep voice, "You stay here for a while, and come to pick you up after Grandpa finishes his work."

Wu Xin: "Ah? Grandpa, where are you going?"

Wu Ji didn't want to say more: "Anyway, grandpa isn't in Zhu Yunzhang right now, so you are obedient."

Wu Xin absolutely obeyed Wu Ji, nodded obediently, suddenly thought of something, and said anxiously: "Grandpa, I found the trace of the black witch."

But Wu Ji's expression didn't make any waves: "Well, I got it."

Wu Xin finally met someone who could open his heart, and began to complain intermittently to Wu Ji, how he fell here, became the emperor inexplicably, and the black witch who wanted to assassinate the emperor and so on.

Wu Ji put his translucent hand on the top of Wu Xin's head and stroked it slowly, and said in a low voice: "This is fate."

It seemed that he still wanted to express something deeper, but in the end he just sighed faintly and confessed: "Don't slack off in your practice."

Another whistling hurricane swept by, and Wu Ji's figure disappeared immediately. Wu Xin hadn't enjoyed the joy of reunion, and suddenly separated from his grandfather, subconsciously wanting to keep Wu Ji: "Grandpa!"

In the empty room, there was only Yu Wuxin's frustrated and unwilling cry.

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