Humans collapse into slag

Aning, what do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be God of War.

No one has ever asked him "Why do you want to be a God of War", and even he himself rarely thinks about "Why do you want to be a God of War".

Because, that's all for granted.

Liao Xingshen's life was short and shocking.

Joined the army at the age of 20, became famous in the first battle at the age of 23, was promoted to the commander-in-chief of the United Army at the age of 30, died for the country at the age of 32, and finally became an immortal legend.

As a descendant of Liao Xingshen, the god of war, shouldn't he yearn for the glory of his ancestors?

Even though he grew up, he already understood that military merit is not just military merit, and that glory is accompanied by other things, such as prestige, such as power, and the many benefits that come with it.

For the empire, Liao Xingshen is a symbol, used to unite the hearts of the people.

For the Liao family, Liao Xingshen is a way to continue the family's influence.

For Liao Yuning, Liao Xingshen is the goal of struggle, the direction of progress, and the cornerstone of his entire life.

"It turned out to be a joke." The young man in front of the porthole had dark eyes, a sneer appeared on his handsome face, and he whispered softly: "Liao Xingshen is, and so am I."

Becoming the God of War is not an easy task. Liao Xingshen paid the price with his life, and he has long been aware of this.

The road ahead is long and difficult, but he has never flinched, because he believes that his persistence is valuable, not a value in the worldly sense, but a higher level of self-affirmation.

He wanted a life as magnificent as Liao Xingshen's.

For the past 25 years, his life has been a road map drawn by others, and he has walked along those established routes without ever noticing anything wrong.

Because, he likes that too.

He was moved by Liao Xingshen's life, and he was also moved by his own choice. To become a person like Liao Xingshen, to defend the empire until death is his ambition since he was a child.

For that ambition, he is not afraid of suffering, loneliness, or death.

But now, he looked around in a daze, the vast universe, the vast deep space, and could no longer find the direction to move forward.

He took deeper breaths each time, and the biting chill became more intense. His body trembled, followed by uncontrollable anger.

"I don't want to be God of War anymore," he said.

The voice sounded far away, as if from another world.

"Okay, if you don't do it, don't do it."

Someone wrapped his arms around him, wrapping his cold body into a warm embrace.

But that's not enough.

"I want to know the truth," he said. "I want someone to pay the price."

"Okay, let's go find the truth, and we will make them pay the price." The man stroked his back, kissing his hair and forehead constantly, "Ningning, I'm with you, no matter what you want to do, I will at your side."

"Whatever I want to do?" He raised his head, his eyes were sharp and harsh, "My enemies may be many and powerful."

"It doesn't matter, no matter how much it is," said the man, "we will defeat them."

The other party answered very seriously, and he also knew that this person would not lie to him. His wish, the other party would support and tolerate him infinitely. It has always been like this.

"Okay, let's go together," he said.

Reaching out his hand over the other's shoulder, he pulled him closer, and then he lowered his eyes and kissed her.

This was the first time he kissed the other party actively. He could feel the other party's stiffness for a moment, and then a slight trembling. It seemed that he had reacted, and finally wrapped his arms around his waist suddenly.

It's hard work, and it suits him well.

The universe is cracked, the road under your feet collapses section by section, and everything is different.

He wants to do something.

Do something radical, crazy, and never planned.

The fingertips moved, along the scratched collar, crossed the silver ash leaves on the epaulets, stroked the front of the uniform shirt, fumbled for a button.

Plop, plop, plop—

Through a layer of fabric, the pulsation of blood can be clearly felt.

It is a kind of vigorous and powerful vitality, which has a fatal attraction for those who are lost in the endless darkness.

There was a fire there, scorching hot, he used to be afraid that he would burn himself, but now, he didn't want to care about it.

Just when one party wanted to reduce the entire universe to ashes, the other party suddenly found that several of his shirt buttons had been unbuttoned.

"Ning Ning." Mu Rong pressed Liao Yuning's wrist: "Don't do this, calm down."

Liao Yuning raised his head, his usually cold eyes were covered with a layer of hot and humid mist, "Don't you want it?"

As soon as this picture came into view, Mu Rong's soul almost disappeared.

God!

How could he not want it?

The blood was hot, and the heart was about to jump out of his throat. It was dangerous and dangerous, but Colonel Mu saved his precarious sanity.

What he expects is the gratification of two people, the success will come naturally under the deep affection, not this kind of sex in bed based on impulse and taking advantage of others' dangers.

The other party is not calm, he must be calm, after all, they will have a long life in the future.

"Ning Ning——" almost expending all the willpower in his body, Mu Rong pressed Liao Yuning's hand on his chest, and tried to dissuade him: "Calm down first."

After genetic modification, Mu Rong's strength was no less than Liao Yuning's. He pressed very hard, and Liao Yuning struggled a bit, but failed.

The action was blocked, and the impulsive person was forced to calm down.

Panting|breathing gradually calmed down, a blush floated on his cheeks, and after calming down, Liao Yuning realized what he had just done.

He has been polite and self-reliant since he was a child, and has never done such frivolous things.

Shame.

What's even more shameful is that he was rejected by others.

"Don't forget it." Pulling back his hand forcefully, Liao Yuning was ashamed and embarrassed, pushed Mu Rong away, and blurted out: "I'll find someone else."

In a state of shame, indignation, and self-abandonment, the words he said were completely brainless.

However, the terrible thing is that the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional, especially for such a serious taboo thing.

Liao Yuning just walked to the door, and there was a sullen roar behind him.

"Liao Yuning!"

The sound was so loud that the air trembled.

Looking back, Liao Yuning saw that Mu Rong was like a raging lion, with a terrifyingly fierce expression.

Knowing each other for so many years, this is the first time Liao Yuning has seen Mu Rong get angry, and it's been a long time since he even heard the name and surname.

Seeing the other party striding forward with thunderous anger, he subconsciously backed away.

But before he had time to retreat to the door, his waist was severely hooped by the other party. "You—" Liao Yuning just said a word, and then the world was spinning for a while, and then the whole person was carried on the shoulders by Mu Rong.

From the reception room to the bedroom, the distance is only a few meters.

Mu Rong stretched his long legs and threw Liao Yuning onto his bed at lightning speed, but at the last moment, he remembered to slow down his movements a little so that Liao Yuning did not fall too hard.

"What are you doing?" Liao Yuning just wanted to get up from the bed, but Mu Rong pressed him down without resistance.

Colonel Mu, who has always been a gentle gentleman, turned into a furious fire-breathing dragon at this moment, with a powerful aura, and obvious anger was burning between his frowning brows, "Liao Yuning, are you just... poking my heart like this?"

In the end, his voice became hoarse, filled with endless pain and affection.

Liao Yuning's heart throbbed, and his tone was unconsciously soft, "Let me go first."

"Don't let go." Mu Rong replied hoarsely, and blocked Liao Yuning's lips after speaking.

Due to the disadvantaged posture and the amazing strength of Mu Rong in a violent state, Liao Yuning couldn't break free at all.

This kiss was intense and long, as if it lasted forever.

At the end, both of them were out of breath, and their breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard in the quiet cabin.

"I love you, Ningning." The anger in the sky subsided, and Mu Rong kept whispering in Liao Yuning's ear, like a comfort, but also like a promise, "Trust me, Ningning, trust me..."

What do you believe in?

Believe that you love me?

Believe that you will always support me?

Still believe that you will not hurt me next?

Liao Yuning opened his eyes wide, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh.

asshole!

Confess, confess, why are you covering my mouth?

I'm still covering it so tightly, so I'm not allowed to say I regretted it, right?

What happened next confirmed what Liao Yuning expected.

I love you, Ningning, trust me, give everything to me, baby, you don't even know how much I love you...

Mu Rong kept kissing him, coaxing him, comforting him tenderly, and all the sweet words, but he didn't give him another chance to speak.

Despite being severely hypoxic, Liao Yuning's mind is actually very clear. Putting aside the matter of the Pioneer, he began to analyze the current situation.

Don't you want it? I'll find someone else.

Although he won't really implement it, those words are indeed what he said.

Playing with fire is nothing more than this.

The hands that were originally on Mu Rong's chest gradually relaxed, and then went up, bypassing the other's neck.

Liao Yuning thought: Forget it, let's do it like this...