[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 15

The scene suddenly became embarrassing, and Yimulian still held the slight expectation that Huang would know nothing about this matter, but when he turned his head and saw Marshal Huang's expression, his heart was in his throat, he didn't even need to use the mental tentacles To detect the consciousness cloud, you can feel the fury of the sentinel.

No beast likes the feeling of having its territory encroached upon.

Especially when this sentinel is still a little "special"...

The Sentinel Instructor's dress exudes coquettishness everywhere, with a large lean chest exposed, as if showing off his strong chest muscles, seducing an unfamiliar guide home, without the slightest sense of being a teacher.Huang's eyes turned dark, and even thought for a moment that he could not escape the fate of mania.

Although all the problems were caused by the White Tower, the sentry in front of him was only obeying orders, rationally talking about Huang should not blame the sentry himself, but Huang just couldn't hold back his hostility.He had a little impression of the sentinel named Yasha in front of him. The military had recruited this person back then, but because his private life violated military discipline, he was not included in the military department in the end.

——Yimulian was about to marry into this kind of sentinel's family.

If he doesn't come back...

Huang took a step forward, blocking Yimu Lianyan behind him, and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Ye, hello."

However, the galloping horses in his heart are not so easy to be fooled. The white dragon who has not appeared for many days because of the mental state of the master is sluggish, finally found a reason to jump out, like a gangster boss, and walked around unfriendly Instructor Yasha turned around.

Yasha never thought that things would develop like this. He only got acquainted with Yuan Boya because his mental body was similar to that of Yuan Boya. The guide who insisted on learning how to shoot after graduation turned out to be General Ichimokuren who almost became his own guide?There is actually... the admiral's genuine sentinel accompanying him?

Yuan Boya, you are playing with me!

A person with a normal mind would know that he should not confront the marshal head-on, but Yasha would not do it.

Yasha personally doesn't care about this marriage, it doesn't matter if he has it or not, and he doesn't have any jealous thoughts... But after seeing Marshal Huang's almost furious reaction, a terrible thought suddenly popped up in his heart .

Hehehe... He smiled evilly in his heart.

"Hey, isn't this the famous Marshal Huang? What brought you here? Isn't it Mr. Lian who I'm dating?" Yasha pretended not to care and waved the pointer in his hand, not forgetting to call out his spiritual guide leopard.Huabao and Bailong looked at each other like enemies, and they almost wrestled with each other the moment they met their eyes.

The leopard roared, the white dragon roared, and no one was to be outdone.

Yasha was clearly about to provoke, but Huang would not back down: "I'll send him here."

But his scalp is still numb, why does it sound like Yasha and Yimulian are quite familiar?What Mr. Lian, Mr. Lian, such a person who doesn't even have military registration, no big or small, should be called Yimulian by his honorific title!

"Then you can go back. I saw the news. Marshal, your injury is still not healed. Otherwise, why would Mr. Lian come to me for shooting lessons? Don't tire yourself out. I don't know who the unlucky one is." "Yasha casually leaned on the pillar, walked around Huang Chao and glanced at him: "Mr. Lian, you are all right."

Yimulian: "..."

Wait, they really know each other?

No!Yimulian swears to the sky, this is obviously the first time he officially meets Mr. Yasha.The last time Yasha came late after the banquet started, and the two of them were invaded by the people of the Federation before they could meet under the arrangement of the White Tower...Yasha's consciousness cloud was filled with gloating, and he secretly screamed in his heart .

This shows that something is going to happen.

To put it bluntly, Sentinels are beasts that purify the wildness mixed with human nature to the most superficial personality. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are manic neuropathy. They usually look normal, but without the neutralization of wizards, a A person who turns his face and denies others is more impulsive than anyone else.

Yimulian didn't know what to say. Although he knew that Yasha was deliberately provoking, there was nothing wrong with what he said. How could he refute it?He stumbled and said, "Mr. Ye, hello."

"It's been a while since I saw you, why are you so unfamiliar?" Yasha flicked the pointer, and the students around him who were waiting to attend the class all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look over. He was very satisfied with the result, and turned around Said to Yimulian: "Actually, my marksmanship is not very good, and I am definitely not as good as Marshal Huang. But I am more free than him, so it is not wrong to look for me."

This is not the reason why I asked Yuan Boya for help... Why did it get darker and darker?

The white dragon and the leopard at the edge of the line of sight were about to start fighting in the way that the king of Qin ran around the pillar, and that cowardly dragon who only quarreled with the wilderness had such a violent day-it stared round like a copper bell With big eyes, he looked up to the sky and howled silently, after all, he didn't rush forward because of his high-cold setting.

"No, I..." Yimulian knew that Yasha was making trouble on purpose, but there was nothing he could do.Although he had heard about this sentinel instructor's freewheeling temperament, he never thought that the so-called freewheeling was actually this randomness.

Huang suddenly interrupted their narration: "Mr. Ye, I think you have misunderstood. No matter what decision the White Tower makes on its own, one thing you must be clear about is that I am not dead yet, and Lian is still my guide."

The declaration of sovereignty was straightforward enough, Yasha nearly burst out laughing, and quickly held back.

With a glance at the speed of light, he forgot what he wanted to explain just now.

What did Huang call him just now?

"Our reason for coming here is not what you think, and please don't have any nonsense delusions. We are here to take back the entrustment. I will personally take charge of the general's future shooting training, and don't bother Mr. Ye to worry about it. I'm right, even ?” Huang said slowly, word by word, each word was sonorous and forceful, and I don’t know how many silent curses were hidden in it.

Yimu didn't even hear the words clearly, and his mood was exactly the same as when Huang heard the phrase "you can" when he was discussing with him, suddenly brightened up, and almost nodded and clapped his hands frequently.

Yasha interrupted the couple who had nothing to do to show their affection in front of him, secretly cursing in his heart that the gossip news on the entertainment page was really letting his mother's mule go around, and the rumors about the bad relationship between the husband and wife were all false: "Mr. Lian, it's not polite to release pigeons casually."

Huang had great opinions on his clothes: "Mr. Ye, I think you should review the "Code of Conduct for Teachers and Students in Military Academy"."

Yimulian actually wanted to meet such a brazen sentinel without telling him, if it were someone else, he would have been so angry that Zhiyun could not take care of himself.It just so happened that Mr. Huang hadn't pissed anyone off for more than ten days, and he was in high spirits. He was about to make an appointment for a fight, but suddenly a phone call interrupted the tense deadlock, and Huang frowned calmly.

That wasn't Huang's usual ringtone.All the people who were in frequent contact were put into a group by Huang, and the ringtones were different, so the callers should not be Huang's acquaintances.

Yimulian sensed something strange in Huang's consciousness cloud.

Yimulian cast a worried look at him, Huang's expression was dignified, the bloody and militant cloud of consciousness just now fell silent, he turned and walked out without saying hello, leaving Yasha and Yimulian staring wide-eyed.

Yimulian recalled his bad premonitions, wondering if it really came true.

But the atmosphere couldn't get serious at all, and soon Yasha interrupted and said: "You are not a man."

Yimulian stood up straight: "Thank you Mr. Ye for your kindness, but..."

Yasha hastily interrupted, who knows whether Marshal Huang would have time to listen to what was said while answering the phone outside the door: "Thank you maliciously." After he finished speaking, he felt a faint murderous look behind him, and the leopard was wandering aimlessly. He lingered, maybe because he felt that he had gone too far and had some conscience: "I know what you are going to say, but based on the reaction of your family, I don't think you will be able to come here in the future."

Yimulian was very ashamed, and didn't know whether to respond or not.

When did Huang know the truth about the banquet?He didn't even realize it, the most rare thing is that Huang didn't bother him, this is not Huang's usual style.Instructor Yuan didn't speak clearly, and almost made things embarrassing and out of control.

In short, the feud between Yasha and Huang was probably settled, but Yasha didn't care too much about offending the marshal, his eyes lit up, and he noticed the 92 in his holster: "What is this?"

"Type 92?"

"Let me see."

Yasha took out the small pistol without authorization, stared at it for a while, raised his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly: "Oh...it has been remodeled, your gun is still good." After speaking, he quickly put the gun back into Yimulian's hand Here, I am afraid that my sentinel pheromone will stick to it.

He didn't care if Yimulian understood it or not, and said to himself: "But, admiral, sentry is a kind of overly sensitive and insecure creature. To put it simply, you can just treat them as manic neuropathy Be careful, mania is not a good thing." He waved his hand, without feeling that he was scolding himself, and returned to the group of students vigorously swinging the obsessive pointer.The whip cracked, and the fleeting emotion disappeared again.

Yimulian held the 92 and chased it out.

Huang leaned on the car door to answer the phone, the aggressiveness of the consciousness cloud had subsided, but his brows did not relax at all when he came out.

Yimulian put his hand on the back of Huang's neck, and quietly sorted out the outermost cloud of consciousness for him. Huang did not refuse, even though Yimulian was standing next to the communicator, he could clearly hear what the other party said on the phone.

problem occurs.

He asked Huang with his eyes, Huang shook his head.

"...It's fried, it's so clean. I can't smell the smell, I can't smell the smoke from the explosion..."

"I'm so scared, there's no response from the other end of the link. It's empty, it's scary... What time is it now, why is it getting dark so early, and when did the empire become so poor?"

It's still afternoon.

On the other end of the phone was a person muttering to himself, his tone seemed to be insane, something must have happened, Yimulian's eyes widened slightly.

—he thought of the Federation.

Huang didn't know where to start to comfort him: "Don't worry, the rescue team is coming soon. Soon."

But a desperate voice sounded over there: "Hello? Are you listening? Don't ignore me. I just dialed a number in the address book. Don't blame me if I make a mistake. I just want to talk to someone." ..."

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone listening?"

No wonder Huang's expression looked so strange. This was not someone who might call him at all. Of course he was surprised to receive such a call.

Huang is speechless.

The other end of the phone gradually turned into a mass of noise, mixed with the sizzling sound of burning flames, and the stench of burning gunpowder smoke seemed to be transmitted from the other end of the phone, making it a little nauseating.

Two minutes later, the Imperial Daily published a piece of the latest news: The imperial border city of Franval caused a huge explosion due to a leak at a military gas station. The local rescue team has launched a rescue operation, and the real cause of the explosion is being investigated.

"That's where I was on a business trip." Huang clenched the communicator tightly, and the anger he had been suppressing finally burst out: "It's the Federation."

What gas station leaked such high-sounding words, it was just used to deceive uninformed civilians, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that the Federation must not escape the responsibility for this matter.

The federation's intention to extend its claws to the empire was already obvious, but Huang did not expect that the federation's next target would not be the imperial capital, but such a remote and backward ordinary town.The person who called was the guide who had greeted them in Franvale. Such a person who had never met in eight lifetimes called himself at the last moment of his life.

There was no logic in these two sentences, Yimu Lian patted the unhealed wound on his back, and asked, "Do you hate them?"

"hatred."

Huang answered without thinking, as if he had already thought of the answer.

National hatred and family hatred, in fact, there is nothing to say, but somehow Yimulian always has doubts about this answer.

At this moment, another call came, but this time it was a little different. The call from the military department reached Yimulian's communicator.

It was Yimulian who answered the phone: "Hello, General Gu Huo Niao."

The girl's voice was cold: "The war is about to start, the royal family and the military have issued a final notice—"

"You must complete the union before the battle."

tbc

Why does a certain sentence have a strong sense of sight that you will always be the prince before I die...

* "Code of Conduct for Teachers and Students in Military Academy": Please maintain a good image as a teacher!

*Mania: The bad bug every Sentinel has