Relying on one's own hair

At the same time, in a VIP suite in a nursing home.

Van Lundin turned on his optical brain to watch the morning news of the Federal Military Channel, and propped his chin absently.

The door was knocked twice, the sound was extremely soft, almost inaudible if you didn't pay attention, as if you were afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

The lion was lying in a corner of the living room, his ears moved slightly, and he continued to sleep, covering his head with his paws unhappily.

Valentine did not hear, until the knocking at the door was louder.

"Enter."

Burris, the dean of the nursing home, opened the door and walked in, smiling and said, "Good morning, General."

Van Lundin didn't respond. Although his eyes looked at the virtual image projected by the optical brain, his eyes didn't know where they drifted.

Burris asked with concern: "General, you left the nursing home yesterday morning and didn't come back until evening. Did you go to do something?"

Van Lundin asked blankly: "Do I need to report to you about what I do? It seems that the military department has not restricted my personal freedom so far."

He hid his spiritual body when he came to this nursing home. So far, no one here has seen Amao—bah, no, no one has seen his lion, including Burris, so it’s not easy for that guy to run out for a few days No one found out.

He drove out by himself yesterday and didn't explain his movements to anyone. The guards didn't dare to stop him and let him go.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant!" Boris shook his head in fear, sweating, and carefully considered his words, "General, I just want to say, if there is anything you can do for me, please Just tell us to do it, lest you go out and run around yourself!"

Valentin: "Yes, I will speak up if I need to."

Burris looked at his face, and couldn't see whether he was happy or angry, so he continued to flatter him and suggested: "Our A-level guide Heyman in the courtyard is back, may I ask him to guide you?"

Valentine was irritated, and wanted to refuse at first, but changed his mind after a slight thought, and nodded slightly.

Burris immediately said, "Okay, I'll call Heyman here!"

In less than 3 minutes, a young man in his early 20s entered the ward. He had curly chestnut hair and emerald green eyes. His facial features were very delicate, and he walked lightly like an elf jumping in the forest.He came straight to Van Lundin and said in a playful and melodious voice: "Your Excellency, hello."

Resting on Heyman's shoulder was his spiritual body, a bird of paradise with gorgeous feathers, with long tail feathers, and dazzling lights when shaking its wings, which was very eye-catching.

After entering the house, this beautiful bird first flew around in a graceful posture, and then seemed to want to stop on the back of Valentine's sofa, but it didn't dare to do it because of the aura of being close to strangers all over the general. After hovering in mid-air for a while, it flew back to its master's shoulder.

Valentine closed his eyes and said indifferently, "Let's begin."

Burris gave Heyman a wink, telling him to seize the opportunity to perform well, then exited the room tactfully, and closed the door intimately.

Heyman stepped forward, stood a foot away from Valentine, and stared at the sentinel's thin and tired face for a moment, which was beautiful and sexy.

He had been on vacation for a month and went home to rest. Less than half a month later, he heard that the head of the legion was admitted to the hospital due to mental problems, so he immediately set off and rushed back, wanting to see this legend for himself The youngest, most promising and invincible super S-class federal major general.

Now that he finally saw the real person, Heyman felt that it was a worthwhile trip to come back.

His Excellency Major General's condition is relatively serious, and the attack is very terrifying. Of course, he has heard of it, but in the past year since he entered the nursing home, he has cured many sentries suffering from mania, and many of them are high-ranking people.There are dozens of guides in the entire sanatorium, and he is the most capable among them, so he has confidence in himself.

Hyman raised the corners of his lips, and then mobilized his thoughts to get close to Valentine's brain, but after a few seconds, he frowned.

Van Lundin's mental barrier was too thick for him to enter, so he had to remind softly: "General, please let me into your sea of ​​consciousness."

Valentine's eyes were still closed, and his tone was calm, "If I don't let you in, won't you come in?"

This sentence sounded a little ambiguous, just like those soldiers flirting with him every day, Hyman's heart pounded wildly, and a blush appeared on his milk-like white and tender cheeks. After a while, he managed to calm down and tried again. Enter the spiritual realm of Valentin.

It's a pity that he worked hard for a long time, but it was still in vain. The mental barrier was like the strongest and densest fortress in the world, and he couldn't find even a tiny gap.

Haiman Khan came out, and there was nothing he could do. He said with a hint of coquettishness, "General, I'm sorry, I still can't do it, can't you let me in?"

The big white lion in the corner raised its head and bared its sharp fangs at Heyman in annoyance.

The bird of paradise on Hyman's shoulder trembled like a convulsion, almost falling off.

"Since it can't be done, then what are you doing here?" Valentine opened his eyes as cold as ice stubble, "Get out."

Hyman blushed at first, then turned pale, turned his head and rushed out of the room.

His bird of paradise shook off its shiny feathers, and flew out in a hurry.

Burris didn't leave, and was still waiting for "good news" in the corridor outside. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he couldn't help but greeted him with hope, "How is it?"

Since Heyman became a guide, he has been pampered by countless people, especially after he entered the nursing home. The sentries did not dare to speak too loudly in front of him, for fear of frightening him. How could he have imagined that he would play against Valentine today? to the iron plate.He couldn't answer a word, and ran away angrily covering his face.

Burris was at a loss, didn't he, what did the legion commander just do to make him so popular?I really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

What if an excellent guide like Heyman can't satisfy the legion commander?

Burris stood anxiously outside the VIP ward, wanting to go in and see what was going on with Valentine, but was afraid of being thrown out by the collar. After struggling for a while, he gave up and tiptoed away.

It's better to come here later, so as not to go in now and hit the legion commander's muzzle.

In the VIP room, a bird feather fell on the lion's nose, and it sneezed earth-shatteringly. Finally, it angrily grabbed the bird feather with its claws and stomped it to pieces, then walked out the door.

Valentine shouted: "Stop! Where do you want to go again? If you dare to sneak out again, see if I don't break your legs!"

Under the coercion of its master, the big white lion had to retreat from the door, turned around and came to the window, put its two front paws on the window sill, and stretched its neck to look in a certain direction.

"What to look at, what's there to see." Van Lundin couldn't see the stupid look of the mental body, picked up the remote control and closed the blinds.

The lion glared at him bitterly, then lay down and sulked, with his head turned to the corner and his butt pointed at his master.

Van Lundin snorted coldly. Sentinels who succumbed to their instincts were useless, and as a super S-rank sentry, he was obviously not among them.

At 12:[-] noon, lunch was delivered from the kitchen, and a table was set up in various styles as usual.

Van Lundin lost his appetite when he saw it. Just as he was about to pat the table, he saw the old man who had brought the food standing aside trembling.

The old man seemed to be the supervisor of the kitchen. The hair on his head was sparse, and he kept shaking with the shaking of his body. He looked like he was about to faint from nervousness.

I am not a murderer, is it so scary?Fan Lundin couldn't help but think of the Chinese youth with black hair and black eyes so weak that he would fall in the wind. Why is that guy not afraid of himself and dare to challenge him?

This question has been lingering in my heart since last night, and I still can't solve it until now.Valentine was a little annoyed, expelled the image in his mind, picked up a knife and fork and began to eat.

Tsk, it's still so unpalatable.

But, forget it, let's make do with it.

Unless he's really crazy, he has to eat to get the basic energy his body needs to run.

Eden watched Van Lundin eating silently, and was almost moved to tears, heaven and earth, is the legion commander finally getting better? !

The author has something to say: Someone: Sentinels who succumb to instinct are all useless, yes, except for me who is super S.