It hurts to touch me [Interstellar]

Thousands of alliance warships moored collectively at the temporary port, and outside the window was the gray-white fog rolling on the surface of the alien planet.

The overall environment of the alien planet is ancient and barbaric. Even if the sensors cannot scan any creatures, the bottomless thick fog outside may still bring unknown troubles.

But the dense fog here is deep enough to cover the top of the large battleship, which is a natural bunker. It is really rare to find such an unnamed small star on the front line.

Moreover, any unknown troubles are insignificant in front of the powerful enemy of the empire.

Milo Drogo stood before the opaque porthole, enjoying the silence.

"Milo," a calm, deep and pleasant voice sounded behind him.

Milo froze—he got it.

And I actually forgot that he was still waiting for me, and just stood here in a daze, really stupid.Or maybe I shouldn't have offered to have dinner with him, and I should have let him go to bed earlier.

"What's the matter, are you scared?"

The other party's plain question made Milo immediately turn around, feeling even more annoyed: "Lord Leo..."

Seeing that familiar face, Milo couldn't help but put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists—to relieve the sudden heartbeat.

"I sometimes wonder why you always hide your hands."

The other party's voice was unhurried, and the voice was so elegant that Milo lowered his gaze and inhaled the cool air from between his lips and teeth into his lungs deeply and slowly, feeling that he was about to expand physically and mentally.

"It turns out that you are really a very restrained person."

"……what?"

The man said calmly: "You don't have to bear with this kind of thing, Milo, if you want to beat me up, I can accompany you to the training hall at any time."

Milo raised his eyes in a daze, and beat you...? !Why... how could I want to do such a hateful thing? !

But in an instant, Milo understood, and his head buzzed.

He turned his head, and his back was clearly reflected on the porthole.

No, it's not!

But he was too nervous, his mouth was closed tightly, and his face was probably "ugly" as always, because the man moved his feet and was about to turn around and leave.

Milo watched helplessly as the opponent turned his back to him, as if he didn't intend to look back at him again. Even though the situation was so urgent, it was as hard to move as if his feet were rooted.

Suddenly, a red light like a soldering iron appeared from the silence, flashed past the porthole, and soon merged into the deep fog in the distance.

Milo was startled by a feeling of fear.The mysterious red light, like the most primitive power of human beings, penetrated into his body through the corner of his retina.

His body suddenly became lighter.

"Don't...don't go!"

God, this simple sentence, he seemed to want to say it for a long time, but just the separation from his vocal cords made him jump for joy.

"kindness?"

The figure, which was much taller than ordinary leaders, stopped when he heard the sound, and Milo's eyes felt a little hot.

"Where are you going?" Milo found himself getting bolder.

Even Leo slowly opened his eyes wide in surprise, those exquisitely shaped light-colored eyes—he raised a finger hesitantly, pointing in the direction of the deck.

Milo couldn't help but linger on that finger for a moment.

He thought of the touch of that finger, and the touch of each other's fingers—cold fingertips, hard and slender knuckles, the palm with only a trace of warmth, and several fine marks of old wounds left by delayed treatment, I always caress them when the other party is not paying attention, sometimes there are other parts of the body, such as forearms, shoulders, chest, thin waist, ankles... The repeatedly carved memories gradually piece together a secret leader in the depths of my mind, A leader who belongs only to himself.

The other party was obviously very tired, and his lips had almost lost their color. Milo hurriedly stopped him from speaking, lest he had to explain to himself where he was going, which was also a waste of energy.

"It's okay," Milo heard his own voice, but the content didn't seem like what he would say: "You can go anywhere, no matter where you want to go, please, Leo, please take me— —”

Milo's voice was cut off, because Leo raised his head, and his gaze was also looking in the direction of the deck.

The happiness in his heart gradually weakened as Leo turned a deaf ear, and Milo finally realized that the finger seemed to be reminding him of something, and he slowly raised his head.

It was dark overhead, and the ceiling of the battleship was gone.

A blazing gust of wind suddenly rolled down from the deep and high black sky above his head, and the temperature was as high as that he was standing in a fire, trying to turn his useless body into a handful of ashes.

"Leo," Milo hurriedly looked in the direction of the leader, "Leo! Be careful—"

That person disappeared.

Milo's heart suddenly constricted into a ball, and his hot eye sockets instantly became dry.

When he realized from the corner of his eye that the night above his head had turned into day, that pure white was the white that he hated, feared and hated the most in his life.

The tyrant White Deathknell was coming towards him.

The body seemed to be stuck, and there was severe pain everywhere. Milo woke up suddenly. Seeing the scene of the United Star City outside the cockpit of the mech, he finally remembered that he was fighting alone. The enemy reappeared and died after many years. And the remnants of the resurrected empire!

A group of civilians fled hurriedly from behind him, and Milo clearly realized that his life was about to end.

For some reason, he was so calm at this time, perhaps this was the feeling of welcoming death.

That person... before leaving, did he feel the same way?

Thinking of this, Milo's blood started to flow again, he held up the hand in his memory, and slowly closed his eyes.

……

The ground shook violently, Milo's eyelids were red, and the light gradually became dazzling. His tranquility was disturbed. As a last resort, Milo opened his eyes again.

A blood-red armed spiritual body stood in front of him, facing the white tyrant.

Immediately, the red tyrant's tired bare ankle followed his footsteps and walked forward little by little.

Milo's lips quivered.

Something hot slipped from his cheek in an instant.

He opened his mouth.

don't go...

Looking at the sea of ​​flames in front of him, Milo felt pain from his heart to his whole body——

"Leo!"

……

"Ah!" The nurse looked at her grasped wrist in panic.

"Don't be afraid," Dentil said softly, "he will let go soon."

"Sir, what's the matter?"

"It's just a dream," Dentil said calmly.

Major General Milo Drogo faced the tyrant White Deathknell last night. The mech he was driving at that time was affected by the armed spirit body and exploded. The interior of the cockpit caught fire in the explosion. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and the burns to the limbs were not serious.

At this moment, Master Milo had just come out of the repair cabin, and the fresh wound had completely healed, but his mental power was impacted by the tyrant, and his consciousness never recovered.

He was obviously a man without warmth, yet he showed such a vulnerable side in his sleep... The female ethnic nurse couldn't help showing sympathy, and inevitably remembered some rumors circulating on the Internet.

Dantil also looked at his uncle's restless sleeping face.

Since I dreamed about that person.

"...It should be a sweet dream." Dentil said.

Care workers:"……"

The nurse looked at the wound on Dentil's face in embarrassment. It looked more serious than last night, most of which were bruises, but the spot on the bridge of the nose might leave a scar if it wasn't treated. It was really distressing.

"Master Dentil, go into the treatment cabin and lie down. I will call you when Master Milo wakes up."

This was the innumerable times that he suggested it. Miraculously, Dentil seemed to be relieved of Milo's injury and chose to rest.

It didn't take long, almost a few minutes later, Dentil heard a short scream.

"Where is he?! Take me to see him—"

"Lord Milo! I, I really don't know what you're talking about!"

Dentil opened his eyes suddenly, quickly left the treatment cabin, grabbed his coat and rushed out.

"uncle!"

The stern man stood motionless at the same spot. His hair, which had been combed neatly because of the banquet yesterday, was now disheveled again. The length of his forehead hair almost covered his eyes filled with ice.

The tall body carved out of perfect muscles could not be concealed by a set of hospital clothes.

Milo stood straight, his whole body was tense, his cold anger made everyone around him afraid to approach.

Dantil, who had been prepared for a long time, rolled his throat dryly: "I know where he is!"

Milo stared at him instantly. Dantil had never received such a cold gaze from his uncle since he was a child.

In the past, there was always a trace of warmth deep in the gaze, but now it seems to have completely disappeared.

"I... will take you there, uncle, follow me."

……

Outside Laysen's heavily guarded private mansion, Dantil just stepped off the aircraft when he saw a tall figure looking at the private mansion not far away.

An unexpected person, but also like expected.

Doctor Yehya.

Dan Tierdi doubted countless times, are this person and his uncle really from the same ethnic group?

Sure enough, when Milo got off the aircraft, he completely ignored Yehya and walked directly to Laysen's cold and luxurious mansion.

When he brushed past Dr. Yehya, once again what Dantil didn't expect was that Milo stopped in his tracks.

"Stay farther away from here." Milo's icy cold eyes facing each other, and the faintly diffused spiritual power, made Dentil beside him couldn't help but get cold hands and feet, as if his body instinctively wanted to escape in a dangerous environment. .

"Don't worry," Yehya said calmly, "I'll get out of here, and I don't need Major General Drogo to worry."

"Give me a reason why you are still standing here," Milo said mercilessly, as if if Yehya couldn't give a reason he could understand, he would shoot directly.

"I'm waiting for someone else," Yehya looked at a corner of the building ahead.

Perhaps it was his trance-like, sighing tone that aroused Dentil's curiosity, and he couldn't help but look at this gentleman doctor who had a great reputation outside. As a result, Dantier couldn't help but tremble when he saw it.

Is this Yehya?

The eyes that looked into the distance didn't blink, and there was something chilling in his haggard face.

"Who are you waiting for?" Milo asked coldly.

"Wait for 'someone else'," Yehya emphasized again, seeming to smile: "Wait for someone else to check to see if he is still inside."

Milo's pupils tightened.

He ran forward, and the guards who tried to stop him all fell to the ground with their heads in their hands.

"Uncle Milo!"

Dantil was shocked and followed quickly, but Milo's figure had quickly disappeared before his eyes.

Just a few tens of seconds later, there was a loud bang in front of him, and Dentil, who had finally caught up with the other party, saw Milo's silent back, standing alone in a window that had been completely destroyed by him. in front of the door.

Dan Tier stepped forward hesitantly, but Milo's mental power was dead silent.

Dan Tier didn't dare to make a sound, and didn't dare to touch the other party, but just looked into the room.

The gray-blue room was as tidy as if no one had ever entered it.

That person is gone.