desire reconciliation

The spiritual body has no exact shape, it is a fog-like thing, not a substance, but vaguely constitutes the appearance of a person.

The mental strength is like an ignorant child. The moment Lancelot left his body on the horse, Lancelot's left hand seemed to be grabbed by someone suddenly. The mental body looked back at his left hand, and then turned his head in surprise, looking Looking at the ring on the ring finger of his left hand with a faint blue light.

That light is not reflected light, but the ring itself is shining.

Then the light spot suddenly became dazzling in an instant, and the mental body seemed to be hugged and dragged back from behind.

At the same time, Lancelot suddenly coughed out a mouthful of culture fluid from his chest cavity, and the air was refilled into his nasal cavity.

That is, at the moment when the mental power left the body, perhaps because of the different ideology of the mental power, he saw a different world at that moment.

Those energy stones suspended in the culture solution are no longer dots of light, but particles exuding curves of different bands.

Lancelot's spiritual body also has microwaves that spread outward, but the auras emitted by the two do not match up very well. Even when Lancelot's spiritual body escaped from his body, he seemed to be disgusted and deliberately Avoid those power stones.

There was a fatal mistake in this experiment. The wave band of the energy stone did not match the wave band of the human’s own spiritual power. Two almost completely different wave bands were simply combined together. It is impossible for the experiment to be successful on a large scale. Tan.

But even if he knew the problem at this moment, his thoughts could not be communicated to outsiders. At the moment he was awake, the reaction device in the experimental cabin detected his biological signal again, and the liquid level of the culture medium began to rise again .

What he can do now is to last as long as he can for a second, because now it is no longer a [-]-[-] game, his mental power does not match the band of the energy stone, as long as he does not persist, he will die.

The culture fluid in the experimental cabin rose again, and the current passing through it appeared again.

Even knowing that he would die if he didn't retain his will, Lancelot's consciousness was disappearing at a speed he could feel under such inhuman torture.

He suddenly remembered the force that pulled his mental strength back just now, and looked down at his left hand, which was the ring that Uriah had given him.

Lancelot suddenly had an idea, he wanted to take a gamble.

he did

I poured all of my last remaining mental power into the ring inlaid with aquamarine gemstones at once.

Contrary to his expectations, only a little spiritual power was injected, and the ring was like a new well that had just been mined, and it began to continuously deliver spiritual power into his body.

The spiritual force transmitted from the ring will not be directly absorbed by the energy stone, but will be taken away by the energy stone in the culture fluid after it is transformed into his own in Lancelot's body.

Lancelot is a firm materialist, and he understands the principle of energy conservation. Although he can't figure out why there is a surge of spiritual power in this seemingly ordinary ring, he doesn't think it will last long with this ring. plan.

He needs to find a way to get out before all the mental power in the ring is exhausted.

He tried his best to compete with the energy stone, and finally accumulated a small amount of mental power. He touched the button on the experimental bulkhead. The mental power has no entity, but it can act on particles at the microscopic level, just like he can control the machine with mental power. A, Lancelot wants to directly touch the system devices in the experimental cabin through the bulkhead.

But it's a pity that he tried many times, and the accumulated mental power was sucked away by the energy stone every time before he touched the button.

He endured the severe pain, and after being shocked five more times, he finally accumulated the mental power that he thought he could touch the button. At this time, he also felt that the mental power transmitted to him from the ring was weakening.

Desperation, success or failure in one fell swoop.

That spiritual force is not as aggressive as before, it is just like the snow that has just melted in spring, a small stream of water that has merged drop by drop.

The water flow has to be absorbed a lot on the way.

After many attempts to no avail, finally the spiritual power lived up to expectations and touched the bulkhead.

A few seconds before the next electric shock came, the height of the yellow-green culture fluid dropped instantaneously.

The hatch of the experimental cabin opened.

The hatch of the experimental cabin opened, and the culture fluid inside poured out. Lancelot raised his head with difficulty, his hands and feet were still fixed in the culture cabin, his eyes became blurred due to prolonged contact with the culture fluid, and he tried his best to blink Blinking his eyes, what he saw was still a blurry scene.

The ringing in his ears hadn't subsided yet, he seemed to hear something, and then a group of vague shadows approached him.

He braced himself up again, and kept alert to the thing that was approaching him.

A tall figure could be vaguely seen, and he recalled the person he had noticed in the laboratory just now.

Lancelot was on guard against the man's follow-up actions at any time, but the strange thing was that the man just stood in front of him for a long time without any action.

The eyes can't see clearly, the ears can't hear clearly, and the nasal cavity and mouth are full of the bitter taste of the residual culture fluid.

He blinked his eyes in confusion, and before he could react, a warm mask suddenly stuck to his upper body.

It was like a hug, but the posture was very funny. His hands and feet were still fixed on the back of the chair in the experimental cabin, and that person hugged the chair together.

Lancelot wanted to speak, but he could only utter hoarse monosyllables when he opened his mouth.

Can't move, but the warmth is so reassuring.

The wet pure white thin cloth was pressed against the man's solid chest, and there were two beating hearts separated by the cloth.

He didn't utter a word for a long time, and because he choked on the culture fluid he accidentally drank, he coughed for a long time.

The person who came also let go of his hands because of his violent cough.

Then Lancelot felt a slight deformation of the neck buckle, and then it broke, followed by the locks of the hands and the ankle buckle.

As the locks fell off one by one, Lancelot regained his freedom, but at the same time, without external help, he slid down from the back of the chair like a puddle of jelly that was about to melt.

Then fell into that warm embrace.

Even though he knew that the experimenters in these laboratories were the accomplices of this "murder", when he felt the temperature of that person, his heart still had a lot of thoughts and emotion for the rest of his life.

The dominance of the body finally returned to his control. Lancelot raised his hand to wipe off the culture fluid remaining at the corner of his mouth. One second he was still thinking about how to clean up this mess, but the next second he was stunned. .

The corners of his mouth, which still had bitter-tasting nutrient solution, were covered by warm lips, and a blurry face was close at hand. Before he could react, his teeth were pierced by a flexible and soft tongue, conquering the city without reservation.

From subconscious resistance to acceptance is only a moment.

Perhaps this stimulation brought back the sense of smell, and Lancelot smelled a familiar smell.

He has never felt that this smell is so reassuring as it is at this moment, so reassuring that he forgot to resist, forgot to push back, and let the coming force

All the raging emotions are accepted.

The smell that lingers on the nose is just a touch of cedar fragrance.

Familiar, long-lost, and extremely reassuring, the pheromone belonging to Uriah.

This kiss is domineering, but extremely restrained.

Just like Uriah's feelings for him all the time.

As the kiss deepened, Lancelot's sense of taste, which had been paralyzed by the bitter culture fluid, gradually recovered, and he tasted a hint of sweetness.

That sweetness is like a girl in white clothes shuttling through the maze of roses, always leaving skirts lifted by the wind at the corners, guiding the lost explorers to go deeper into the maze step by step.

He cautiously and slowly groped and tried, only when the tip of his tongue touched a small hard square, he came to his senses.

This man was actually kissing him with a milk candy hidden under his tongue!

Even though he couldn't exert all his strength and his movements were very unfamiliar, Lancelot still tried his best to cooperate with him, as if conveying all the things and emotions he wanted to tell to that person.

Uriah also seemed to feel his enthusiasm, and his lips parted for a moment. Lancelot couldn't see or hear him, but he knew tacitly that this person was smiling just now.

Maybe it was a moment of separation, but the lips were tightly pressed together again. Lancelot, whose brain was a little hypoxic due to being soaked in the culture solution for a long time, was blushing at this moment.

The caramel had also melted, and finally Uriah restrained himself and ended the kiss. Although he was reluctant to part with it, he felt that if he didn't stop, the person in front of him might suffocate himself to death and he wouldn't take the initiative to end it.

The delicate and long kiss ended, and Lancelot's chin rested on Uriah's shoulder.

Even though there were still many unresolved matters, Lancelot seemed to have lifted all the burden off his shoulders at this moment, and he was lazily spreading it on Uriah's body without exerting any strength.

A big hand ran over his still wet hair, gently flicking the broken hair on his temples.

The vision gradually became clearer, and the tinnitus also disappeared.

"Are you crying?" Uriah's voice was low, and it sounded right next to his ears. This was the first sentence he heard.

"I didn't cry." After Lancelot finished speaking, he was frightened by his hoarse voice that seemed to be rubbing against rust.

He buried his head in the crescent of Uriah's neck and sniffed.

It must be a lie to say that he didn't cry, and Uriah stopped teasing him, and he was very cooperative to see through it.

Broken, one arm was wrapped around his waist to prevent him from slipping down, the other hand hung down, stroking up and down his back to smooth his breath.

If the person in front of him hadn't been Uriah, or if Uriah hadn't comforted him so tenderly when he came up, he might still be the young adjutant who could stand up to the entire trial court on his own, the empire that could summon everyone and speak loudly Prince.

But when all the burdens are removed, in the final analysis, he is still an Omega, an Omega who shouldn't have to bear these things.

The grievances, unwillingness, and fear during this period of time all came out in one go.

Lancelot's tears couldn't hold back all of a sudden, like a flood bursting its embankment and gushing out.

Uriah didn't say anything, just patted him on the back lightly, and the strength of the hand around his waist remained unchanged, just enough to encircle him.

Just like that, Lancelot was held in his arms, venting all the sadness in his heart...

The crying gradually subsided, and the emotions gradually calmed down, and Lancelot's sanity returned.

Uriah lowered his head and took a look. The person in his arms buried his entire face in his body, leaving only the tips of his peach-pink ears outside, still trembling slightly.

Uriah: "Why are you so overwhelmed that you want to cooperate with that lunatic old emperor to do this kind of experiment?"

Lancelot buried his head deeper: "I want the throne."

His purpose of wanting the throne has long since changed. It is no longer just to prove that he is an Omega and can do what an Alpha can do, but now he wants to have the ability to protect the people he wants to protect. He wants to He wants the throne because he wants to protect Uriah.

But he didn't say it out loud.

Uriah: "If you want the throne, why would you joke about your own life? Didn't you plan to become a marshal and use this to negotiate? I gave you the position of marshal for nothing?"

Lancelot was slightly taken aback when he heard his words, lifted his head buried in his chest, and met Uriah's eyes with tears still in the corners of his eyes.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he recalled from Uriah's words: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Uriah: "Is it really me who fell into the trap they set?"

He looked at the blank Lancelot: "When I was at the Zongyuan military base, I saw that something was wrong with you, and you really believed it all the way. Don't you think about it if I didn't do it or I didn't do it.

Willing, can they stop me? "

Lancelot: "You planned it from the beginning, why didn't you tell me?"

Uriah asked back, "How can there be a chance?"

"I was planning to tell you in the Zongyuan military base for a few days, but I was arrested as soon as I got off the mecha. It seemed that there were only two of us in the prison there. In fact, there were at least six or seven people in the dark. You are not a reconnaissance team. Born, you should be more aware of being watched than I am."

Lancelot was bewildered by Uriah's crimes at the time. How could he not have thought that Uriah himself had set up the trap and followed the trend.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Uriah continued: "I saw that something was wrong with you at the time, so I made it so obvious when I returned to the empire and met again. At that time, I saw your reaction and thought it must be stable. You You must understand what I mean, but it didn't take two days for me to fix this, if I come later, what will you do?"

Hearing what Uriah said, Lancelot suddenly thought of the ring that saved his life in the experimental cabin just now, so he raised his left hand in front of Uriah and placed it between the two.

Uriah was a little puzzled by his actions. When he saw the shiny aquamarine gemstone on his left ring finger, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Why? Want to confess to me? It's useless to get away with it."

Lancelot said seriously, "It was the ring that saved me."

Uriah's fantasy of being full of pink bubbles was punctured: "Save you?"

Lancelot nodded, and told him the scene he felt in the experimental cabin after the mental power was completely withdrawn from his body. After listening, Uriah also fell into deep thought.

"This blue stone is indeed not an ordinary decorative gemstone, but I only know that this power stone can inject spiritual power from the outside world, and then it can continuously output weak spiritual power fluctuations, because your spiritual power and I are both Above S rank, the matching degree is high, so when this weak fluctuation of mental power radiates to you, it will make you feel slightly relieved and relaxed, as for what other effects it has, I can’t make a conclusion.”

Lancelot: "Is there any other information about this power stone?"

"Do you know where I got this power stone?"

"where?"

Uriah looked down at the person who had fully adapted to nest in his arms, and teased, "But you always planned to speak in this posture?"

It’s okay if you don’t mention it, Uriah mentions it, Lancelot agrees

Consciously took a step back, and as his field of vision gradually became clearer, he saw a group of researchers with very different faces who had been watching here from outside the experimental cabin.

He himself couldn't see or hear it just now. After seeing Uriah, the fear and insecurity accumulated in the experimental cabin disappeared. The ups and downs of emotions broke his rationality. Crying completely disregarding his image, Lancelot, who has always been calm, froze in place when he saw so many researchers.

Uriah also noticed that Lancelot's gaze fell behind him. When he turned sideways, the tenderness in his eyes instantly turned into a sharp gaze, stabbing at the researchers behind him.

They were either watching the excitement or just performing their duties. The researchers who wanted to step up to check on the experimenter felt a chill from the soles of their feet after receiving Uriah's gaze, and then the crowd dispersed.

Uriah turned back to Lancelot, took off his clothes, put them on Lancelot, wrapped him in the clothes, and pulled him back into his arms.

Uriah didn't know if Lancelot really changed his temper after not seeing Lancelot for a few days, or just because of the impact of the experiment, now he behaved like a kitten, letting others rub him into a ball, even resisting It's limp, and it's completely refusal to welcome.

In line with the wonderful logic of what a man is if he doesn't take advantage, the person in his arms pushed gently with some resistance, and was hugged even harder by him: "Hold for a while."

The voice was deep and magnetic, surrounding Lancelot's ears, as if he was acting like a baby, and the temperature that had just dropped was burning again.He simply let Uriah do whatever he wanted, leaning on the man completely relaxed.

The voice came out through the jacket, a little muffled, and he returned to the previous topic: "Why did you give me the position of Marshal?"

Uriah: "What? I'm not happy for you?"

Lancelot: "Have you thought about it, give me the position of marshal, what should you do?"

Uriah: "I didn't think about it before, but I thought about it after I gave it."

Lancelot: "And then?"

There was a chuckle in his ear: "I'll give you the position of marshal. You can just raise me when you inherit the throne. I don't lose it when I think about it."

Lancelot: "I'm asking you seriously, don't be kidding."

"I'm serious too, I'm not kidding."

Lancelot raised his head and looked at Uriah in disbelief.

"Why don't you believe it?" Uriah asked back.

"Because you are Uriah."

This time it was Uriah's turn to be stunned, "What's your reason?"

Lancelot: "Didn't you enter the military headquarters with the marshal as the ultimate goal for the benefit of the people in the dungeon? You are Alpha, with high mental power, and you have repeatedly won military exploits in many battles and Zerg wars, so you will Want to be taken care of?"

Uriah’s head was a little bubbling by his praise, and Uriah would not feel anything wrong when these words came from other people’s mouths, but when he heard the words of praise from someone he liked, no matter who it was, it would be him Such a reaction.

"Most of what you said is correct, but it seems that the premise is wrong."

Lancelot asked back: "The premise is wrong?"

Uriah nodded: "Who told you that I entered the military headquarters for the benefit of the people in the dungeon?"

"Then why did you join the military?"

Uriah snorted: "I don't know who was in heat in front of a young, energetic, hot-blooded Alpha, and didn't say it, but insisted on doing good deeds without leaving a name, and ran away after saving someone. I have to report it to others. Your life-saving grace."

Lancelot was a little puzzled when he heard him suddenly tell the story, and of course he didn't realize that Uriah was talking about himself: "And then?"

The experimental cabin is more than enough for Lancelot alone, but adding Uriah makes it a bit crowded.

"Then?" Uriah took another step forward, intentionally putting one leg through Lancelot's, firmly pressing him against the world surrounded by his arms.

"Then I came to look for you, and it turned out that I was really lucky. I picked up a beautiful adjutant for nothing, but it turned out to be the prince of the empire."

Lancelot choked, and realized that Uriah was talking about himself, and he didn't know what to say, "So..."

Uriah: "So you are my premise."

He once thought that Uriah was the shining morning star, the hope of the people of the empire, the invincible god of war, and the marshal admired by everyone.

He felt that Uriah should be at a height that others could not reach, and charge forward for the country and righteousness. That was his destiny and what he pursued.

This is not Lancelot's own wishful thinking and wishful thinking, but Uriah's acting skills are so superb that everyone firmly believes that he is like this, so that no one can discover his

Selfishness.

It turns out that even such a perfect man, Elite Alpha would have such selfishness, Lancelot thought.

In order to protect him and realize his ideas, Uriah can give up power and dignity, become a prisoner, and be criticized and accused by everyone.

He still remembers that on that barren planet, under the bright Milky Way, he stroked the face of his loved one, and made a promise to protect the shining morning star from falling.

Why doesn't he want more rights, because only in this way can he protect the shining morning star from being swallowed by the darkness and absorbing the light.

On the way to gain more power, he is also willing to give up the life creed he has believed in for many years, and he is also willing to bet his life to accompany the old emperor in this crazy game called "eternal life".

Thousands of words are in the heart, there is no gorgeous rhetoric, no long paragraph writing, just a simple sentence is enough to express everything.

Our feelings for each other are so similar.

"You are also my premise."