[Transformers] Different races, how can we fall in love?

He swam up quickly with me in his arms, pushed me out of the water first, and then jumped up himself.

"The subordinate has overstepped." He said as he took off his silver cloak and covered me, covering my whole body, and then continuously sent sword energy to me to help me drive away the coldness all over my body.

With his care, I got better, maybe because of the two consecutive rescues, I didn't reprimand him anymore, I just said: "Bring that guy up there."

"Yes." He led the order and jumped back into the water again, and after a while, he came up from the other side of the lake holding the unconscious horizontal cannon.

After he pulled the horizontal cannon out of the water, he returned to my side again, waiting for orders.

"Hold me up." I said to him.

"Yes." He obediently knelt down and picked me up, walked to the edge of the rope, and quickly climbed up with me in his arms.

When he took me up, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, and the ambulance all looked at me, and at the same time looked at him holding me.

Facing their probing sight, I turned my face away, unwilling to face it: "The horizontal gun is right below, and he has been fished out of the water."

"You are injured," said the ambulance.

"Meet the Decepticons," I said, wrapping my clothes around me, and then I said to him who was standing beside me, "Bring him up."

"Yes." He put me in the snow, walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, pulled the rope and jumped directly.

When he left, the ambulance on the side asked, "Who is he? I wanted to ask last time. He looks very unusual."

I froze, and after a long silence, I said, "The twin brother of the one I once loved."

Ironhide whistled, followed the ambulance and glanced at Optimus Prime: "It seems that you two broke up?"

"Probably." I curled the corners of my mouth sarcastically, not knowing how to judge the relationship between me and Kafir.

Said it was a breakup, and he and I never broke up our relationship until we died.

Speaking of being lovers, he and I have never admitted our relationship, we just let nature take its course.

It's an enemy, but even if he killed me, I still don't have much hatred.

So at this moment, even I myself don't know how to define the relationship between us.

When Hengpao was about to say something, suddenly the ground we were stepping on shook, and then Hengpao was thrown up, and then he also came up.

The ambulance went over to help him investigate the situation, trying to wake him up.

"He was severely attacked, his internal chip was damaged, and the exhaust pipe was ruptured. We need to find a place to rescue him." The ambulance said, "His fire source is weak, we have to hurry."

In the end, Optimus Prime decided to take Side Cannon to the nearest human base, because only there could provide enough equipment to repair the side cannon's body.

I got back into the car and he sat next to me.In order to prevent me from frostbite, he needs to send sword energy to me from time to time to protect me from the cold.

"Your current situation is worrying. Allow me not to pass too much power to you. I am worried that your body will not be able to bear it." He said.

"You should tell your brother this sentence." I said coldly.

He paused: "I'm sorry for what happened to him."

"Sorry?" I sneered, feeling extremely ridiculous, "He killed me, you are sorry for him! What are you sorry for? Didn't you make me lose my mind?"

"You hate him," he said suddenly, looking at me strangely.

"I hate him?! Why do I hate him? It's because he killed me!" I asked excitedly and loudly, completely forgetting that I was still in the car, stood up suddenly from my seat, and grabbed his collar , stared into his eyes, and said coldly, "He thought he would still be the king of mankind without me? He's dreaming!" I shook him off, sat back on my seat again, and said indifferently, "Without my power As a support, he is not even the sword king!"

"You!" Finally, the indifference was gone on his face, but a look of astonishment.

Looking at him, I can fully imagine what Kafir would look like when he knew about this matter, especially when I looked at his face that was exactly the same as Kafir's.

"Oh, his body is congenitally deficient, his veins are leaking everywhere, and it is difficult to store sword energy at all. It is not bad to be a swordsman. Without my help, how could he become a sword god!" I said mockingly.

"How is it possible..." He whispered absentmindedly.

"I use a magic circle to connect my body veins and his body veins through magic elements, forming a thin line invisibly, and let him draw the sword energy in my body. If not, how could I just It’s a mere sword master!” I looked at his shocked look, and said softly that there was a pleasure hidden in my tone that even I didn’t realize, “He killed me, and now no one can support his leaky body. Except me In addition, who can support his 24-hour uninterrupted sword energy that was squandered and wasted like this."

"My lord—" "Don't call me your lord!" I interrupted him rudely, and said coldly, "I'm not your lord."

"My lord, as long as you want, you can go back!" He ignored my scolding, and still insisted on addressing me.

"Go back?" I sneered, "I don't want to see him, and I don't want to see you either. Seeing you makes me sick."

"Your Majesty..." He muttered, wanting to say something.

"If you're not my card—why are you the first to wake up!" I tore off my clothes and threw them into his arms, "Take your clothes and get out of here."

He pinched his clothes and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he turned into a silver light and disappeared.