[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 23

Even though he had already made sufficient mental preparations for the emptiness in his eye sockets, Yimulian was still drenched in a cold sweat by the feeling of emptiness the moment he returned to reality.Unlike when he was in the well, the effects of the anesthesia had worn off long ago, and the familiar pain hit his face, and he couldn't help exclaiming, almost falling from the sky.

air? !

"Don't move around!" Huang grabbed his waist again: "Want to have a hand-to-hand fight with a robot?"

If you don't consider the posture of the two of them at this moment, everything should be very romantic-how beautiful, the sentry is holding the guide's slender waist, his hospital gown happens to be a bit short, and the heat from Ararat's palm is imprinted. On his skin, it was hot as if it would burn his brains out.

If you don't consider this pose...

The guide from the frontier department was really petite. Huang was holding him by the waist, and he was sneaking around the patrol robots in the sanatorium at this time. They were out of bullets, so they definitely couldn't carry him head-on.The Port Arthur Prison had been abandoned for many years due to a tragedy. After being re-requisitioned by the military, no warden was hired again. Naturally, no one could pull the switch of the patrolling soldiers.

Even though Yimulian woke up, Huang didn't decide to let him go, he just carried him all the way until he was thrown into the car.

"Back to life", looking at the nursing home that is still emitting black smoke from a distance, greedily breathing the fresh air - to be precise, the windows of the car were smashed by machine gun fire, even if he didn't want to take a few more mouthfuls , also had to be blown by the cold wind on summer nights.

"You have been absent from work for 7 hours, and you can see the general at a glance." Before the robots behind him could hear the sound of the car starting, Huang stepped on the accelerator hard, knocking the railing that was still stuck on the front of the car flying, and then There is a 180-degree U-turn at the speed of light.The Rolls-Royce roared resolutely, the oil level was a little critical, and I don't know how long it can last.

Usually, when hearing Marshal Huang's jokes like this, Yimulian would usually reply "Sorry" with trepidation, but he was in a good mood at this time, and he even curled his mouth: "Do you want to deduct your salary?"

After all, what is deducted from wages is also the joint property of the husband and wife!

Huang really was a little surprised by his reaction: "You don't seem to be surprised at all."

Of course, it was impossible for Yimulian to answer that he was actually seeing everything from the perspective of God, so he immediately pretended to be stupid: "Accident? What happened?"

Huang recalled the scene of the eyeball rolling down to his feet, and his scalp was numb: "It's nothing."

He was terrified.No exaggeration, the Sentinel Marshal, who was fearless, was frightened.The eyeball seemed to have slipped from the eye socket "naturally", and there wasn't even much blood on it. He was used to seeing blood and had witnessed too many deaths, but he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

For the first time, he noticed that Yimulian's eyes were so bright and golden, but they were no longer gentle.

It rolled and fell there, Yimu took a breath and then didn't respond.He didn't realize what happened, he rushed up and shook Yi Mulian's shoulder no matter what, but the other party didn't respond, as if in a daze, the remaining one eye was staring straight at a place in the darkness, his lips parted slightly , didn't notice my pain at all...

The spiritual connection was broken suddenly, and he couldn't even detect the slightest emotion there.

Huang later found out that a resonance bomb had exploded beside him—the sentries couldn’t feel it, and the medical soldiers had been waiting outside the circle for safety. He never thought that one day his guide would be taken away from him .

It's only natural to protect the guide, but this time before he even reacted, Yimulian lost contact with him.

after that……

Huang stepped on the brake suddenly, Yimulian was pulled back by the seat belt and cast a questioning look.

The cold wind blew in, and Huang only felt a little tingling in his ears.He wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, hesitantly said: "Does it hurt?"

Of course, it refers to Yimulian's eyes. "It hurts, a little bit." Yimulian said.

But worth it.It is more exciting to break into reality than to get by in the well without care.He doesn't regret that he chose to put a mental barrier on Huang's body to be on the safe side. Besides, he still has unfinished battles, unreported national and family hatred, unfulfilled missions, and unreciprocated sentries.The temptation here is too great for him, he can't leave, and he doesn't want to leave.

Huang was not going to tell Yimulian too many details about the "rescue", but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a word of comfort.

There is no need for Yimulian to know.

"Just wake up." He said softly.

There was a ringing in the ears, but I couldn't hear clearly.But the person on the other end of the phone heard it clearly, and interrupted this warm scene like a reunion after a long absence: "Marshal, although I have no sense of existence, you can't just blind my dog's eyes like this."

Huang: "..." It's dog ears.

Yimulian let out a soft "ah", as if his petty theft had been exposed face to face, and he was ashamed. He didn't expect Yanyanluo's communication to continue.Yan Yanluo didn't say a word, even Huang completely forgot about it!

"Why haven't you hung up the phone yet? Your skin is too thick." Huang choked back.

Yan Yanluo ignored him, and was used to offending his superiors, so he turned to glance at him and said, "Admiral, congratulations. You always surprise me, and I am sincerely happy that you have survived a desperate situation. The marshal has already Because you haven't closed your eyes for a few days, if possible, I don't really want to disturb your two-person world."

Why haven't you closed your eyes for a few days, this day hasn't passed yet!Yimulian is not stupid, this kind of courteous words of goodwill can be seen through by looking at the calendar!

Huang wanted to deduct her salary to a negative number: "Miss Yanyanluo, I remember you were fired by me an hour ago."

Yan Yanluo quickly said: "Admiral Gu Huo Niao hired me back 10 minutes ago. The military department is deeply saddened by your reckless behavior! You shouldn't violate the orders of the military department. It's time for the impeachment letter. However, I have already informed the military that Admiral Lian is sober, and the military entrusted me to send a congratulatory message and offered me a job after seeing the news. Admiral Lian, can the secretary be okay? Marshal That picky and difficult temperament is really a headache, if you feel difficult, you can ask me for help."

Yimu Lian was sluggish for a moment, remembering Huang's official style of fully squeezing the labor force, and went back with a "hmm".

Huang Ting wanted to tap the steering wheel to the other end of the phone: "I said you..."

Yan Yanluo guessed that he was going to be targeted again, so he spoke quickly: "I even helped you turn off the tracking device in the tunnel. What, do you still want to drive me away?"

"Really, thank you so much, you're off work." Huang hung up the phone quickly, and looked suspiciously at Yimulian: "What are you laughing at?"

Yimulian lowered his head, with a shy face: "Miss Yanyanluo has a very cute personality."

Huang Daosha's face seemed frozen in a blizzard: "... Is it really okay for you to praise other sentries in front of me like this?"

Oh yes.At a glance, I almost forgot that Yan Yanluo's former secretary was a sentinel, and most of the secretary's duties were held by guides, but for some reason, that's how Huang chose the sentinel Yan Yanluo in the stack of files sent by the military department. Ro.He wouldn't know that Yan Yanluo was the only sentinel in that pile of files, anyway, Huang wouldn't say it specifically.

"Miss Yanyanluo's secretary has done a good job." He said anxiously.

Huang restarted the car, this time he finally didn't have to dodge bullets while driving: "Don't be too humble, you did a good job."

The thoughts that had been interrupted by Yanyan Luo Huoran just now appeared again just around the corner. It was very timid and didn't even dare to expose itself too obviously.It knows that it is humble, but it can't hide it well.Yimulian suddenly hesitated, he didn't even dare to look directly at Huang's serious driving profile, he only dared to take a sneak peek a few times, and felt that he was at such a critical moment, that he was ridiculous and ridiculous when he ran away.

"General Lian." Huang suddenly freed a hand.

Yimulian turned his head to look at him solemnly, but his chin was gently pinched.

Eyes widened, Yimulian couldn't react, the last time I kissed seemed to be a century ago, the lips met, and the warm touch was a little strange.He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the pheromone of the sentinel was so fascinating, he thought, probably because too many things happened today, the kiss came like a storm, his breath froze at the origin, and it was all taken away .

Huang let go of the hand that was pinching his chin, and put it on the back of his neck instead, as though he seemed to want to pull him closer, even though there was no coveted guide pheromone in it.

Yimulian came over with a slight pull of the small body, and didn't know how to resist, Huang was very satisfied to hear a short and small whimper deep in his throat.The low-pitched groan could not escape the sentry's keen sense of hearing, as if it had been magnified dozens of times, right next to his ear, it easily ignited Huang's aggressive nature of the sentry.Huang is very satisfied with his behavior of allowing himself to gallop freely on his lips, such a powerful and impeccable guide is just around the corner...

It took a long time for Yimu to react belatedly, he didn't hesitate anymore, Linglong's tongue went up to meet them, and they were soon entangled together, now there are many opportunities to do anything wrong, he even wanted to hook Huang Zai in a rebellious manner. His mouth was raging recklessly—the indescribable passion was agitated, they kissed so many times, and they had never had such an uncontrollable urge.

This is his sentinel, and this sentinel is his.

They will unite one day, no one can take Huang away from him, and he will belong to each other forever!

Beautiful fantasies almost filled the vague vacancy in Mulian's heart. The pheromone of the sentinel reassured him. He forgot the hole in his eye sockets, the envy and jealousy he once had for the "sentry", and the worry about gains and losses that haunted his dreams. .

He thought he loved him.

Love is such a heavy word, but he still wants to give it out easily.

Huang had no intention of driving, and gradually loosened his grip on the accelerator pedal, yelling that something was wrong, although he didn't care about the bonding site at all, even if it was the so-called "Bonding-on-site", it didn't matter. I can't stop anymore, the love is so deep, even the script is so perfect-surviving a catastrophe, there must be future blessings, isn't that what the talk is about!

Everything was ready except for bonding fever, and he didn't mind taking hints to force himself into bonding fever.

But just as he was planning to do this, he suddenly retracted the arm that was gradually wrapping around Huang's shoulder in horror.

Huang was interrupted, with displeasure written all over his face, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

Yimulian began to be afraid.

His face was pale, he bit his lip, and his voice kept trembling, as if he had heard a big joke: "Where is my... spiritual connection?"

There is clearly nothing there, how can there be that familiar shadow.

tbc

*Bonding-on-site: Literally translated into two interpretations: [-], the hasty bonding caused by unexpected situations in the field, generally refers to the combination of sentry directions that has not been approved by the White Tower; [-], commonly known as field battle...