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O'Sullivan brought Mingchen into the room and then left, still in that dazed look, that guy hadn't given him a good look before, and it hasn't changed now.

It is really not easy to meet Altaïr, if you come, you will be at ease, anyway, you will see Altaïr sooner or later, Ming Chen is not in a hurry, after a long flight, he needs a rest to keep himself in good condition.

After checking the room to make sure there were no monitors or anything like that, the man who had taken a shower buried himself in the quilt that smelled of sunshine.

The spring breeze blowing over the green grass and green fields brought bursts of fragrant flowers and came in from the window. The translucent tulle curtains were slightly raised and then lowered slightly, and the grainy sunlight swirled in the air and fell on the half-dream and half-awake man's face one after another. In the breath of his breath, the seeds of memories buried in the soil of history broke out and bloomed leisurely in his dreams.

His first and only mentor, the first man in his life, the man who took him out of the hellish District [-].

Altaïr is sometimes a strict mentor, and the training that can be called hell often makes people physically and mentally exhausted and even weak and unconscious. This man is sometimes a caring brother and friend, and he will fall ill because of high-intensity training. Accompany him when he has a high fever, feed him medicine, and tell him stories outside the [-]th district.

When he was a teenager, it was inevitable that he would have a little admiration for such a handsome and powerful man who broke into his life. Sometimes Ming Chen would also think about the composition of the relationship between him and Altaïr.

Master and apprentice, friend, or lover?

[Why teach me this? 】

[Maybe I just think you are interesting? 】

[It doesn't sound like a convincing answer. 】

[That's true, hehe. 】 Artel suddenly laughed.

【Altaïr, what do you want? 】

【What if I want you?After you grow up, I will be your first man. 】【Can. ] He agreed very readily.

It was a nice deal, but he and Altaïr were sometimes not quite sure if the physical relationship was a deal, anyway, in his adult year he fulfilled his promise to make Altaïr his first man.

For many years since then, they have maintained this kind of unspoken relationship. When performing tasks, they are the superiors and subordinates with a strict hierarchy, the master and the apprentice, and the comrades-in-arms who turn their backs on each other.

Every time after escaping from death's trap, they would drink, have sex, and do whatever they should do after waking up, and no one would interfere with each other's private life, just like Mingchen would occasionally hear about Altaïr and A certain Bai Fumei dated, only heard about it, never paid attention to it.

He had asked Altaïr before, why Altaïr had two students, but only had sex with him, and had always maintained a serious master-student relationship with O'Sullivan.

【You seem to need my teacher's love very much!You look into my eyes like you're saying, hey, come and hug me and ravage me—] a rogue bastard.

"Don't touch me, Altaïr."

Maintaining the posture of lying on the bed with eyes closed and resting, a sharp silver dagger appeared in his hand. The sharp tip of the knife gleamed dazzlingly in the sun, and the tip of the knife accurately touched a man's chest. On the throat, the mirror-like blade reflected a man's resolute jaw.

The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and the man chuckled softly, "Shouldn't we be friendly when we meet for the first time, Ming Chen."

"Is this the first time we've met?" An elbow hit him back hard, and the man next to his back had to pull back to avoid being beaten by Mingchen, and jumped off the bed like a fish Standing up, Ming Chen pointed at a man who looked familiar with the silver dagger in his hand.

When his sight touched the face of the other party, Ming Chen narrowed his eyes slightly as if his eyes were pierced by the dazzling light outside the house.

Slightly raising his jaw, like a proud and noble cat, every word he spits out has a sense of stickiness, vague but clearly transmitted to others' ears.

"I just had a dream, Altaïr," he whispered the man's name, sweet and touching, and his smooth voice had a unique magic power, cold and seductive, "I dreamed of you, in the dream Here, illusory and unreal, belonging only to the lost past, but now..."

After the sound paused, Mingchen moved the corners of his lips, and the silver dagger in his hand played a flower in the air, quickly and smoothly delivered it into his clothes and hands, like a beautiful poisonous snake.

He moved a little closer to Altaïr, and slowly stretched his cool palm towards Altaïr's cheek, the whole movement had an unreal feeling, just like Ming Chen's psychology at this moment.

Altaïr remained motionless, just staring at Mingchen with a slight smile, with a touch of tenderness and a little indulgence in his eyes, until Mingchen's cool palm covered Altaïr's cheeks with human body temperature, all around The fluctuations in the air seemed to change in an instant, as if there were tiny currents running wildly in the air.

Restless, alive and jumpy.

"You're still you, Tyrael."

This past tense name has another meaning, both Altaïr and Mingchen are very clear, this is the name Altaïr bestowed on Mingchen, maybe it represents the beginning of another life, maybe there is something A sense of declaring possession is in it.

"Tyrael? Tyrael has become a thing of the past, Altaïr." Looking lightly at the man who had been smiling at him with a slightly playful look, Ming Chen retracted the hand that touched Altaïr's cheek, and turned around. Jumped out of bed.

Ming Chen sat down at the side and lowered his head to put on his socks and shoes: "How does it feel to be resurrected, Altaïr?"

"The luckier thing than you is probably that when I woke up, I was surrounded by familiar people," Altaïr said, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the man, with his hands folded in front of his chest, "It seems that just a moment ago we were still parting, and in the blink of an eye I woke up and someone told me that many years had passed and everyone had changed."

Altaïr stared at Mingchen, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and gave a narrow smile: "Only you, maybe one day I will recognize you even if you are turned into ashes, Mingchen."

The pronunciation of the last two words was deliberately emphasized, as if the word "speed" was forcibly chewed and swallowed into the stomach.

"What are your plans, Altaïr?" Ming Chen asked, flicking his bangs.

"have supper."

……

Dinner for two.

O'Sullivan had gone out and hadn't come back yet. An extraordinarily quiet sumptuous dinner, occasional clinking glasses and smiling, seemed to hide the eyes of each other.

Mingchen and Altaïr discussed the issue of the resurrection surgery. It is almost certain that the current King Phillips is Altaïr’s father. At least part of the soul in Phillips’ body belongs to the previous generation of kings. Relying on the Holy Stone The acquisition, non-stop use of resurrection surgery to continue to survive.

"Who borrowed your body, or did Zhang Na's research direction go wrong?" Ming Chen gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and Ming Chen raised his red wine glass to take a sip. The overly direct question seemed calm in his mouth light.

"This is also the question I am thinking and researching at the moment." Altaïr said.

His eyes fell on Altaïr through the red wine glass that was shaking slightly, Ming Chen smiled and said, "Is there any result?"

According to the information he obtained before, if Altaïr wants to be resurrected, it is best to transfer the consciousness of this body itself to another healthy body, but now Altaïr himself has come back to life, will there be Could it be that someone else borrowed Altaïr's body?This is why King Phillips kept Altaïr's body frozen.

But O'Sullivan is not that stupid, although that guy has never been smart.

"Maybe I'm special." Altaïr made a half-truthful joke, the indifference in Ming Chen's eyes made him quite emotional, "Are you still doubting me, right? After so many years, your suspicion It seems to be getting worse."

"You can call it cautious, Altaïr." Leaning forward slightly, Ming Chen put his hands on the table, his eyes fell on the man sitting opposite him through the burning candle flame on the candlestick, he looked at Altaïr, like a cold-blooded beast staring at another beast, his eyes were filled with caution and suspicion hidden under the ice.

Mingchen twitched his mouth and said, "You can keep all the memories of this body's past. Having these memories doesn't mean you are Altaïr. What do you think of me, mentor?"

"You have been a teacher for several years. You are the king of secret agents who are better than blue. Your suspicion sometimes hurts me, and most of the time it just keeps deepening my impression of you now." Altaïr once again Repeat the sentence he said today, "You are still you, Mingchen."

No matter whether the appearance changes, no matter whether the name changes, no matter who is by your side.

Altaïr still seems to be the same Altaïr, the slight difference is that there are some real emotions in the eyes of this man, Ming Chen attributes all this to his growth and improvement, Altaïr’s emotions when he has not fully recovered Give way.

"You came here by yourself, what about that person?" Altaïr said again.

"Which one?"

"He Wenxuan." Altaïr tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on Mingchen's left finger, a bright ring was shining charmingly under the candlelight.